I was in a road movie. A punk road movie, to be precise.
I was in an old boat of a car with two or three other people. The trunk was full of cocaine cut with an explosive. It may have been irradiated, as well. We had to get it across the country.
To make matters more complicated, we wanted to do this fast. Because we wanted to catch up with the friends who’d ditched me and wreak vengeance upon them.
The whole thing was all kinda Repo Man.