Drove to Dallas tonight to photograph U2 and then drove all the way home. Lots of driving. I saw a very sad scene on the way there. A pillow flew out of the truck in front of me - and scared me. I stopped for gas after that and emptied what was left in my blatter. Then a few miles down the road I saw the same truck with the hood up on the side of the road. It made me sad. Not only were they loosing things, but the truck died. Lots of people seemed to be moving. Guess thats what happens at the end of the month.
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