To The Lost: Drive on. Don’t Mean Nothing.
Mike Essig

Wish I could send this to all your brothers and sisters out there, but too many of them don’t have a fixed address — thanks to the neglect of their fellow/sister citizens and the almighty governmental powers that be.

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