There's just something about this old truck of mine, it makes you want to run into things.
A few weeks ago, my dad mentioned that one of my aunts might be taking a barn down. No reason for me to think of this now, or anything, but there I am, cruising in Cletus, imagining running into a barn with it. Debating whether to drive forward into it, or back into it.
Yea, I want to drive into something.
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