John "Shrek" McPhee

Let's see where it goes.

I could always fucking yell, make noise, and fucking jump out at any time I want.

But I didn't really have to do any of that.

I fucking slept in a taxi or in the fucking jingly truck.

You know what I mean?

With the savages, like people sitting on my lap.

When I was in the fucking truck, I had to sit in the middle.

Every time the guy shifted, he like fucking handed my balls.

And I'm like, yep, grabbed another gear.

That's fine too.

You know what I mean?

Holy shit.

As fucking legit as it gets, man.

And then the truck driver had a route and he drove the valley to the end of the valley.

He'd crash at this house at the end of the valley.

And the next day he had a logging truck.

And the next day he'd drive out of the valley and they like bring trees, cut down trees, whatever, logging trucks.

Anyway, so when I rode with him, we passed the Target house.

Literally, it's just kind of like me, him at that point.

I kind of under my arm out the window and fucking got that dude.