This is gonna be harder than I thought. Got home after the commercial shoot and drove out here. Too tired to drive the hour home and hell it’s a good thing Clint’s in Daytona. He’d probably demand I head over to his place or come by and pick me up himself. Crashed there too many times already. He’s a persistent shit. Good thing he doesn’t know I’ve crashed at KHI enough times to be prepared.
Goddamnit, who knew it was this far?