Like you're on the most serious ass, fucking hike of your life, and you don't know where you're going.

So we end up near this piece of equipment.

Someone said it must be Russian if it's 152 calibers.

That's all we know.

Shoot it.

Shoot it like it's a drone.

Yeah, life during wartime by the talking heads has been in my head ever since then.

Said a message to the receiver.

Hope for an answer someday.

So then I sneak out.

I write on the shell, and then I get the fuck away from that big, big ass gun.

And they bring it.

And they go, wait.

No, no, come back.

You have to vassil your mother's ashes.

So they unscrew the top of the thing. You must know how it works.

And then, so I go to sprinkle, put the ashes in the head of,

they're like, uh, uh, uh, no, no cigarette.

I had a lit cigarette.

They show us how you do it.

Jesus, it's right.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

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