Yeah, inquiring minds want to know. Or, something.
He gets up and starts riding. He’s what they call a “mile-eater.”
You ride behind that fucking thing for a few hours a few times a week. You’ll be a man of iron. Just like Snake.
Then he goes home, showers up, eats lunch, and throws some lead down range.
This is Arizona, after all. Boom-boom fire-stick country. We’re just like those folks up in Wasilla. Except we wear lycar and eat nails for breakfast.by