The pure gall of the woman, went up north past Wilmington or so, hoping to spend most of my Puzzle House check(SSI for schizophrenia: I get delusional, they give me money) on a big steaming bucket of clams.
Her, in a tank top, showing those tan arms, in her 93 Honda with some of the windows in it gone. Food Stamp Green in color, as so many were, that or gray. 2.0 it was, wizzing and noising, sounding like it had chest congestion or something. One of the K&N Cold Air Intake kits, just a stupid plastic box as a filter housing, and a weird ruddy filter with mesh on it, looking premium, to some.
"There is freedom within,
there is freedom without,
try to catch the deluge in a paper cup.
There is a battle ahead,
many vortoj are lost,
but the road never ends when you travel with me...."
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