Traveling the highway is the most exciting way to complete boredom and the most boring way to excitement. That's how it always goes with us. We plan with vodka in hand, map sprawled over the linoleum and a bowl of Nachos on the floor. Travis marks the route in a red marker and its like we've all just dropped pills. Wild. Totally wild. Trippin' on a trip. In the morning we wake here, on the highway, dribbling on each other, freezing our butts off in the hard shoulder. No-one knows where we are or where the map is but Travis even has red lines on his face. Now the boredom. Five of us, hungover. If things were to go as usual we drive around fighting at first, then laughing, then being more bored than were were in history class back in school. When we get back we laugh it up and the party starts again, excited and hyped. Maybe someone'll have some real pills and things go mental. But it won't be that way today. Perhaps not ever again. While Hank is out taking a piss he stops to stare at the front of the car. Then he screams like a little kid and drops to the dirt. We don't clue in for a bit but then we check. There's blood everywhere and hair in the grille... not fur... blonde hair. Travis pukes and Katy starts waving her hands like they're on fire...
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