A million people will look at me and think I am crazy for going back to my old trucking job. They don't see the crimson red ten ton beauty that is my new armored hauling machine. Yes I think it may be a bit much of an overkill, but dirty deeds are sometimes not so dirt cheap.

Take a look out there, the city I need to go in the horizon, and those biker pigs and their roaring engines coming to see what they can hopefully rob from me. Either way, I love the smell of bacon. I get it at Jen's diner over in Breckenridge, she is a real sweetheart. Always makes the best bacon.

And the mutual benefit between me and her, we both like our bacon fresh.