East on I-76

I'm headed toward Philly in the back of Danielle and Gary's GTI. I'm getting pretty smashed off some Old Crow in a coke from Wendy's. I'm leaning up between the seats telling Gary that there's probably going to be a picture of me holding a framed painting of a clown in the back of Truck House in the sunday edition of the Philly Inquirer. Or monday or tuesday.