piratepete

I've seen them out at Soco
They're pounding sixteen penny nails
The truckers on the interstate
Have been known to ride the rails
The sweat is beating on the brow
Can't keep these fellas down
'Cause those damned blue-collared tweekers
Are runnin' this here town........


DAMN BLUE COLLAR TWEEKERS!!! It's 4 AM on a Sunday, and I've just stopped in at the local Quickie mart to grab a power bar and some water for my ride this morning and they're out in force, crawling out from the confines of their chemical laiden trailer house in the middle of the Mohave desert for cheap beer and cigarettes. I can smell them before I walk into the store



Here's a set of before and after photos... the amount of elapsed time is surprisingly short. We are talking months of use not years in these photos, here's what years does.....



These hollowed out bodies in the store are no longer human, they are the walking dead, they smell like death, look like death, and have no capacity to think like a human being again. Absolutely fucking insane making their strange tweaker purchases, stuff that only makes sense to them. I'm sure that you've seen what I'm talking about, every truck stop mini mart has the stuff. A normal person would look at it and wonder who the fuck buys this crap... now you know.



Their brains squirm while oogling the newest crap up near the till, now where they've got the money to buy all the extra crap I'll never know. The cheapest beer, several cases $12, misl. generic cigarettes $13, stupid shit at the check out counter $65 and $80 in gas. Stolen credit card, maybe. Big fat bank roll... Just sold off some of their latest batch. I wish they would just leave they make me nervous, they need to climb back into their piece of shit car and vanish into the desert to go bake their brains some more. I watched to see what direction the drove off in and headed in the exact opposite just to be safe



Now the flame that burns twice as bright
Burns only half as long
My eyes are growing weary
As I finalize this song
So sit back and have a cup o' joe
And watch the wheels go round
'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers
Have always run this town