It’s right before Bryan, where three shots of tequila + tip cost $8.
And down the track from Depressing Job Station, there’s a derailment.
Which is just around the corner from your parents’ basement.
wait, i was looking for the junction of one bedroom hovel and shitty job.
it’s also near dallas, which is more horrible than any of those things.
if you call a six hour drive “near” anything
It’s a three hour drive, and if you’ve ever made the twelve hour odyssey from Houston to El Paso, you’d know that in Texas, that is practically next door.
the drive from Houston to El Paso is the loneliest drive in the world
Four to six hours is nearby in Texas measurements; most other states are tiny.
anything that involves i-10 or 1-35 is the loneliest drive. the most depressing drive that makes you wonder about the nature of your mortality is the I-10 from east Texas petrochemicals over Louisiana swamps to Alabama red dirt and pine forests covered in kudzu. it is a 12 hour drive that makes you come to Jesus because between the lack of shoulder on the road and the 18 wheelers going 100 miles an hour weaving in an out of lanes, you know you are going to die or disappear and never be found again.
Your double entendre is doubly correct.
YEAH! I love Tequila!
It’s right before Bryan, where three shots of tequila + tip cost $8.
And down the track from Depressing Job Station, there’s a derailment.
Which is just around the corner from your parents’ basement.
wait, i was looking for the junction of one bedroom hovel and shitty job.
it’s also near dallas, which is more horrible than any of those things.
if you call a six hour drive “near” anything
It’s a three hour drive, and if you’ve ever made the twelve hour odyssey from Houston to El Paso, you’d know that in Texas, that is practically next door.
the drive from Houston to El Paso is the loneliest drive in the world
Four to six hours is nearby in Texas measurements; most other states are tiny.
anything that involves i-10 or 1-35 is the loneliest drive. the most depressing drive that makes you wonder about the nature of your mortality is the I-10 from east Texas petrochemicals over Louisiana swamps to Alabama red dirt and pine forests covered in kudzu. it is a 12 hour drive that makes you come to Jesus because between the lack of shoulder on the road and the 18 wheelers going 100 miles an hour weaving in an out of lanes, you know you are going to die or disappear and never be found again.