just another day of bursting into flames

“Carl didn’t want to hear any of that,
so we just rode in silence the rest of the way,
the radio playing easy-listening music
that made me want to slip into a hot bath
and dream about killing everyone I know.”
— Kevin Wilson, “Nothing to See Here”
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Luckily, I’m not much for hot baths. And I don’t really know anyone.

But, man. What a killer trail.

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