I had a weird dream about my dad last night.
He showed up to my apartment and had this old truck that was really beat up and he was like
"Come on Face, we gotta get this truck to Oregon."
And I got in the truck but I was like
"Dad, aren't you dead?"
And he said
"Yes, but that's not gonna stop me from getting this truck to Oregon."
And so we drove for a while and we were approaching a narrow bridge and I said
"we're not gonna fit, Dad."
And he said
"I know. But I have to get this truck to Oregon."