**Hank Rankhorn/Buck Truck Update!!!**

I had a dream last night that I was Buck himself, sitting at the counter of the Weird Waitress. She sang her self titled song, then burst out crying because her life was so sad and fucked up. The kicker here is that the permeability of my subconscious to highway albums of dejected misery is what's really fucked up.

I need to find a hobby.