- Member Since: 2010-06-24
- Real name: Harley
"When I was gone, I met a man who was obsessed with driving a car around the world in one day. He swore up and down he could do it, and he tried to. Many times, from what I understand.
At the end of those failed days... he'd sit on the side of the road cursing his bad luck. Eventually a good samaritan would stop.
After slaughtering the samaritan--and anyone else with the samaritan--like his wife, children--he'd put them in his car, set it on fire, and drive off in theirs.
Then he'd fill up the tank and wait on the sun, so he could try to drive around the world again."
"And the point?"
"The point; He blamed the cars for his failures.
It never crossed his mind that what he believed he could do was impossible.
I admire that. I really do."
They like nothing. Harsh.