You sit in your driveway with all your sh*t. ‘Does anybody want to buy my crap? It’s been kind of a rough year.’ And it’s not even your good crap, either. It’s the stuff you don’t want. It’s like, ‘I broke this in ’74, but I thought you might be able to clean it up and make it real nice.’
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