This week we get the squarebody running. But not without some self inflicted problems. pt 1 - • Hammered Squarebody ge... pt 2 - • "This Ole Truck" with ...
When I turned 18, my dad gave me the keys to his old truck-a piece of family history. That summer, I spent hours cruising back roads, high on meth, feeling invincible. One night, while speeding down a dark road, the truck stalled. When I popped the hood, I found a hidden compartment with a note in my dad’s handwriting: “If you’ve found this, it’s too late.” Suddenly, the truck came to life on its own. The doors locked, and it took off, speeding uncontrollably. In a flash of light, the truck and I were somewhere else-a place not quite real, and far more terrifying. Turns out, my dad didn’t just give me a truck-he gave me a curse.
When I turned 18, my dad gave me the keys to his old truck-a piece of family history. That summer, I spent hours cruising back roads, high on meth, feeling invincible. One night, while speeding down a dark road, the truck stalled. When I popped the hood, I found a hidden compartment with a note in my dad’s handwriting: “If you’ve found this, it’s too late.”
Suddenly, the truck came to life on its own. The doors locked, and it took off, speeding uncontrollably. In a flash of light, the truck and I were somewhere else-a place not quite real, and far more terrifying. Turns out, my dad didn’t just give me a truck-he gave me a curse.