He was bumping Eminem in his car. The license plate still said Maxxx. When he was like 35 he thought about getting a normal one. But at the same time he thought fuck it. Let me do what I want. So it stayed Maxxx.
"I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah fucked in the head"
No not this one he skipped ahead. One song, no, okay next one.
"It was all a dream."
Yeah he thought bopping his head up and down. The window was open and the sun shinning, and his arm was resting on the door.
If you were to sit both his arms right next to each other the left would be substantially tanner. And the hearing in his left ear also slightly worse. In many years from now he would notice, but at his age now. He couldn't tell. It also didn't matter.
He got to work at 12. Same time as always, except he drives in from the opposite side of town.
That only took 20 years he thought, give me twenty more and I make it to another city. Although,
Gas City
had everything he wanted. He just feels like at some point he should leave. Although he likes being gas city maxxx. That was his channel, mostly just him driving, sometimes skating, 100% of the time chilling.
He parked the car, yeah he thought, terminally chill, im the illest. He wrote that down, and nodded his head.
