Thursday, April 19, 2012

Bar Sluts

A couple days ago I was haulin balls from Idaho to Santa Barbara during my 10-year-mid-life-crisis. I had forgetten that Nevada is loaded with incerdible graffiti. It was everywhere. Except I was making good time and couldn't stop. I just drove past and smiled. But just outside Tonopah International Airport I was looking for somewhere to drain the vein when I saw Bar Sluts. I pulled over...pissed all over it and myself...snapped a coulpe picks...chuckled...then burned gravel on my way back onto HWY Fuck-If-I-Know-The-Number. Gotta get back to CA and yell at some fuckers at Rincon.

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