And on the roof I had a bad ass toprack of ultraglare highbeams for spotlighting mutants. My Camaro was so fucking nitro. I was such an idiot to let Dirk drive it in the show. He was constantly peeling out. I have to say he looked pretty good though.
Every show has some kind of bad guy that kicks the hero in the balls a few times.
My girlfriend, Trish , came along and caused all this ruckus. She was cool mosttimes, but every once in awhile she'd get on my nerves so bad that I felt like tying her to the grill of the van and using her as mutant bumper. She just didn't get it. Then we picked up this dickhead Preppie hitchhiker, and that's when shit hit the fan. I sent Trish back home somewhere in Arizona.