"What were we chasing, out there on the dark, lonesome highways, coiling like snakes between the game and home? What were we looking for, out there, in between the darkness and the light, through bloodshot eyes, strained by caffeine, truck lights, and the odd spliff? We left behind strained careers, late papers and broken relationships, drove through the night to pour out all our rage in secluded forests, with and upon a thousand other escapees only to ache our weary ways back home, bleeding and bruised, to face monday and the eternity of nothingness that lay between this weekend... and the next."
~Fear & Loathing in the 518
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