You don’t have to worry about speeding tickets... You don’t care enough about where you’re go go going to need to speed to get there.
Laughing all the way to the bank and back. Funny as a heart attack. I got hurt, living my life my way, and someone else deserves to pay.
Death by Hanna Montana lunch boxes, drive-thrus, family outings to Hooters, group sing-alongs of Puff the Magic Dragon...
Loaded, goaded and bribed into the sweltering, sweaty, duMaurier King Size-stinking back seat of grandmother’s border-crossing, international law-defying Pontiac Parisienne.
"Spending more time with strangers travelling to and from work than with our own families before and after, work. Strangers who twitch and swear and spit and shove, behaving better than the people we love to love, from below or above, Reeking of solvents or bathed in Old Spice or new Axe or that industrial-strength Brut left over from Christmas 1979."