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Trippin'

I've got that itch that feeling that maybe I've outgrown my little section of map It's time to blur the state lines It's time to expand the boundaries United States of whatever the hell I want. There isn't much to it, really... Just me and a gas pedal and a general direction a little classic rock to keep me company Simplicity. Driving is so much more enjoyable when you have nowhere else to be Chasing the sun Until the moon catches up Fuck roads. Bring me that horizon
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j-a-doetsch
40 / M / American
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Aug 1, 2015
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