Burnet's truck stopped again. Of all the times he drove through the lower hub of the westway this was the worst. With the three tiers on top of him rumbling away to bending point and the gridlock behind and in front of his rig, he was going nowhere today that was for sure.
He turned off the engine and the Mack truck's (rrp 230,000FMD) head lights and sat in the relative calm of the smog darkness. He took off his mask so he could sip some coffee, he fancied something a little stronger though, he fancied a Bud damn it, a bud, a man's drink, a beer of kings. BUD BUD BUD BUD BUD.
Burnet fell alseep and dreamed the pleasant dreams that the advertsing companies had given him via his suck tube that morning. Yeah tomorrow was going to be a great, no a fantastic day, I'll take the kids to Mcdonalds to thank them for being so darn nice and then we'll all go and watch a Disney movie, yeah that new one, what was it called, oh who cares all Disney movies are FUN. Then, I'll take the kids back to the factory, maybe go to the little lady's apt next door and share a Bud.
Then I'll kill them all, with a smile on my face the size of a KFC Tower Burger.
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