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Published: December 22nd 2008
Rocks, Sand, and Twisted Metal. 90 miles an hour out of Shoshone. Midnight. 20 gallons of gasoline in the trunk. Loaded pistol on the passenger seat. Too much to drink. Uninsured, expired tags...
Car burning through the night. Its remains, the only warm place to sleep. Sun rises. Watch it slowly climb, waiting. Stash gun under rock. More waiting... Hitch ride back to Pahrump.
So the story goes....
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justin
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snow
Hey there buddy, well while your drinking and shooting your way to immortality we forest dwellers are digging out from the great white dump. Its true that gods shit don't stink but it sure is cold. Send that burning car this way so i can make some breakfast.