DAMN

Okay, fuck you, Supernatural, fuck you. I was doing fine long before you showed up. I hadn't been bitten by the wanderbug anything more than a scratch for months, and here you come all gritty and sassy with your cluttered car seats and sun-baked asphalt and creaky motel beds and midnight trains passing at all hours of the night and classic rock beaming out of towns I'll probably never see again and I fucking hate you.

Man, the only way I'll get through college without making a break for it is if I continue to not have a car.

Hell.

LAYOUT MADNESS!

I did it again.

My attention span is getting shorter.

This model's lyrics stem from the song In the Court of the Crimson King, by King Crimson.
This song existed long before Stephen King's own model of the Crimson King, but the song is pretty neat.
Give it a listen.