riding home this evening from my "real" job (i hate that fuckin place) i debated weather or not to throw some open hot beers in the ditch. i usually have a retarded amount of empties in the van but these were destined to get spilled and i got enough smells in that van already. during this disscussion with myself i came to realize that when all this shit we call existence implodes and a thousand years passes, the remnants of what we are will find us on the roads where we dropped ourselves..... i did'nt throw em out,