Your car has run out of gas and you can't afford anymore. You'll just enjoy some music then... You put the Deerbone album "Fuck With Merica, It's A Bomb Up Your Ass" into your stereo and you crank up the volume. The relaxing waves of propaganda wash over your brain and you feel like a winner. You feel like a winner again, yes, you just wish you had a six pack and some titties to squeeze. A huge redneck truck pulls up, blocking the sun and setting your world to shade. The driver steps out, six foot tall with a dinner plate sized silver belt buckle.
