Some days there's nothing for it but screaming steel strings and reminiscing of those days in your early childhood when your dad let your tiny little self ride shotgun despite the imminent risk of getting decapitated by the airbag when it goes off due to reckless driving induced by the oldies blaring loudly out of the radio.

That's what mom said, anyway.

(I don't own the picture. Not sure where it's from. Please don't eat me. I'm too young to be eaten.)

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