They're calling themselves the Tuscan raiders
So I was making breakfast and, for some reason, my mother asked if I knew where Tuscan is. I answered Italy and she said yes and also said that we went there a good while ago. I answered "Ca doit faire mille ans par contre", wich is French for " It's been a thousand years though". Now, you must know that "Mille ans" is pronounced roughly "Mill An". She answered " Yes, we've also been there" and I groaned.
11pm outside of a gas station twenty miles from Tuscan. Watching the last embers of a cigarette sputter out and die. So long. Too long. Too long is the road in front of me, the road behind me. How long have I been standing here? Too long.
Hear a voice next to me: "Spare some change for gas?"
I turn to look at him, and realize how long it's been since I've seen another human being. Too long. I said: "Yep. What a concept. I could use a little fuel myself, and we could all use a little change."
