Surfing the desert on top of a vans roof with a bunch of giggling scary looking men. they would pluck the E string and cry Ales name with so much passion. I just had to give them cigarettes to keep the tunes going so I could keep my mind off the mountains bending roads and the brain washed driver, driving into the sun.
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