I've got a terrible pain in my neck. I had one too many beers last night at the Come On Inn, about five miles down the highway from here. Got in a brawl with some crazy redneck - he was in a hell of a state. I think he chucked up on his shirt or something, the boy smelt worse than a skunk-meat taco. Anyways, he and his friends decided that they didn't like my hair much (or some such shit) and said things about my date, whose name I have forgotten.
Anyway, the fight wasn't too bad. I took on four, the fifth simply ran away. Of course, Kitt trashed the place by coming to the rescue and basically destroying the whole front of the Inn. I got away though with only a stiff neck. And of course, the great thing about Kitt is that I don't have to worry about drinking and driving.
Having said that, the previous time I let Kitt drive me home when I'd been o...
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