It was supposed to be fun, instead it turned into an
accident. A game of chicken: two cars racing towards each other at full speed.
Only the chicken would turn away first, and I wasn’t going to be it. Bobby
wasn’t either. As we approached bobby spun out and hit a 16 wheeler, the back
door opened up and a pile manure landed on the car. Bobby always used to say his
car was a piece of shit. Now it is.
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