sign job all nighter status supreme.
me and stanz will be cruising deep, and maybe with any luck, i won't rock the house too hard. but we all know i have the worst luck when it comes to restraint. and this is FULL BLOWN commando madness.
mark wants to know who sings the song on the radio, and i told him the exploited, and then he nodded with this weird look on his face and blew second hand smoke at me.
whitey is in town, he called me, and i think he has my signwalking check. the bastard. he better fork that shit over.
ok i cant breath its too smokey in this small tiny hotbox. besides i need to eats me some drive through. because thats what it mean to be american, driving through.
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