"My beard, my beard, it come so fat."
I woke up to Zak softly singing along with the radio as streetlamps zebra striped the car, light dark light. I looked out the window but beyond the asphalt corridor it was just a firefly landscape, darkness punctuated by distant lights with no recognizable pattern. Green numbers floated across the HUD: 3:43. I
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Genre: Lazy Sci-Fi Stoner S. Thompson Road Trip Madness
Unnecessary Profanity: Way Too Much
Fun Had By Author: Also Way Too Much
Oh, Chuck, I had a blast. You rock!
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