The Last Route

The Last RouteHuh-Hut. Hut, hut, hut----And release.My-uffff.Jammed me right in the wind pod again. Little sniveling, needle-dick redneck shit. Shove a cow prod up my pooter, he would. And he didn't buy the fake neither, right.Here we go again.My ribs moan. Got another busted one, you bet. And my left thumbnail is clean gone. Haven't come off the line once without misery and pain all day. But Fein's right hand is padded up, too, from where I walked on it good before the half. And we are both blo...