"...drive"

I just want to get into this damned thing, and fucking Drive!

I'd drive, and drive, and never look the fuck back.

I'd have a sawed off pump action shotgun.

This on the seat next to me.

A crate of ammo 10 bottles of Jack Daniels.

A few handy eight-balls of speed, and coke.

A box with rolls of Hundreds in them.

Passports to several Central American countries.

A letter of introduction from Hillary Clinton,

and a pack of aspirins.

Eh,...the latter just to be on the safe side.