| Finally leaving and it hurts more than anticipated.I finally chopped the beard off and I decided to look the part I'm about to play. I'm a trucker, I'm hard, I have no emotion. Can't you tell. No. My face doesn't lie. I can't wait to drive big trucks, but I'm terrified of the impending doom, that is, loneliness. The kind of separation that changes people. Yes, can make them who they really are, but for a lot of people good influence helps a lot. Who I really am is a little shitty, I think. Anywho... I will miss you all. Many will get letters, and many will not. If you want one, I just need your address. I send a note to you. Maybe one or two. Peace out and drive safe......  .....or I'll run you over with my badassmuthafuggin truck. |
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