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Travis: Purple hair, 5'8", pizza delivery driver, gay?
Cars are important, much in the same way that toasters are important. They facilitate the delivery of something useful to you within minutes, only one doesn't require butter to round out the experience.
Travis contemplated this while staring at a stop light. It wasn't a very profound thought, it was just kind of there. He needed very little to think about when he was working, mainly because he was usually stoned. Pizza delivery wasn't a very complex job, so he didn't really need much in the way of mental faculties to be good at it, just the drive to make as much money in as little time as possible.
The light changed, and he crept forward cautiously. His little stoner brain was tingling, and something was telling him to wait. He looked left and right as he eased onto the accelerator, and began to let the little monster of paranoia slip down the drain of apathy, just as a little compact speed demon zipped through the red light, almost grazing the front of his car.
He stopped. His heart was racing, adrenaline rushing cold
Cars are important, much in the same way that toasters are important. They facilitate the delivery of something useful to you within minutes, only one doesn't require butter to round out the experience.
Travis contemplated this while staring at a stop light. It wasn't a very profound thought, it was just kind of there. He needed very little to think about when he was working, mainly because he was usually stoned. Pizza delivery wasn't a very complex job, so he didn't really need much in the way of mental faculties to be good at it, just the drive to make as much money in as little time as possible.
The light changed, and he crept forward cautiously. His little stoner brain was tingling, and something was telling him to wait. He looked left and right as he eased onto the accelerator, and began to let the little monster of paranoia slip down the drain of apathy, just as a little compact speed demon zipped through the red light, almost grazing the front of his car.
He stopped. His heart was racing, adrenaline rushing cold