He called it himself. He got the spare tire
in shape, inflating it and then hosing off the road dust. Then he went
to Hartsvegas for a chicken sandwich. Loaded with mayo, dripping it like a
hoochie mama running out the lacrosse team dorm. And one sickly piece
of lettuce. Fountain coke with "minimal ice", ordered as if he were
some submarine captain signalling passing ships with pussy-assed flag
Thinks he's cool like the Outlaw Josey Wales.