Like he’s probably in his moms basement, laying in bed, thinking “fuck I didn’t expect to get this far.”
That or frantically looking up Gray Hounds to Mexico.
Like he’s probably in his moms basement, laying in bed, thinking “fuck I didn’t expect to get this far.”
That or frantically looking up Gray Hounds to Mexico.
That is the way to do it, right? Dump the bike in Central park, change clothes and just immediately head for JFK.