Thursday, September 22, 2011

163. Cough Cough

Any other time I'd be kind of fascinated by the fact that I'm about to drive into a huge cloud...


...but when you know it's just a giant, urban qweef of all sorts of smoke, pollution and scum... and that with each breath you take your insides are turning a mildewy-green color and being slowly eroded away, bringing you closer and closer to a painful, tortuous death... it just doesn't quite have the same appeal.

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