Pigeon Forge

In another life I think I’d have been a good truck driver. It seemed like a pretty cool job when I was a kid. Trucks had a sweet little cabin behind the seats. I’d been in one. This was at a truckstop somewhere in New Mexico when whomever was watching me was god knows where, probably the bathroom. I asked a trucker to show me his little house. And he, being a complete fucking dipshit but at least that was the worst of his crimes, showed me the cabin. It looked huge to my seven year old eyes. Truckers got to eat in diners all the time. They could listen to the radio all the way. All they had to do was drive.

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