shifted gears, faced my fears, shed some tears, did a lot of heroin

[thebeave]

As kids we rode in the floorboard of daddy's truck. Burning up 49&61 back and forth between homes in our two-toned chariot. There he introduced us to AC/DC. And Cher. We'd stop every time we passed through Helena. For BBQ sandwiches--no slaw--and RC. On return trips, he'd say we reeked of Winstons. Then he doused us with a nicer Marlboro fragrance

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[thenewdisease]

brilliant.