Chevron, Sweet Chevron. I had never been so happy to see a filling station in my life. The wind was blowing so hard at that point we could barely open the doors of the truck.
"So it is with minds. Unless you keep them busy with some definite subject that will bridle and control them, they throw themselves in disorder hither and yon in the vague field of imagination... And there is no mad or idle fancy that they do not bring forth in the agitation." - Montaigne
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