And so from Chicago, a large orange truck started on its great journey to California. The truck was the largest of its time, and it had many cup holders in it. There were three classes for the passengers on board. And young Psychopath was in the third class, riding along to make a cocaine deal in Los Angeles. He spent the first leg of the journey dancing with the other third class passengers, until one day, they stopped at a truck stop. It was there that he saw Aztec. Psychopath started chewing tobacco, and Aztec, the Russian beauty, came over and asked for some. Romantically, they chewed tobacco, and spit it in the urinals in the men’s room. It was not so soon after, that Aztec asked Psychopath to draw him. Aztec stripped down and Psychopath sensually detailed his body with a pencil onto a parking ticket. But soon, they had to go back to their respective seats on the truck. Now, Aztec was approached by his fiancée, Eredin, and reprimanded him for talking to a third class passenger. But Eredin let up a bit because he was enamored by the size of Aztec’s arms.

Psychopath was invited to a diner at the next truck stop by Psychopath. As they neared Colorado, their love for each other was growing like wildfire. But Eredin grew weary of Aztec’s new found friend, and so hid one of Aztec’s prized carrots under Psychopath’s seat. It was found by one of the drivers, and Psychopath was handcuffed to his chair. Aztec looked on with tears welling up in his sparkling eyes. But then, on the icy roads, the truck skidded over, and the driver attempted to stop. Balanced on the edge of a cliff, the truck was clearly going to tip over. There was only so much time for passengers to get off, and poor Psychopath was still handcuffed. Aztec was given priority to get off the truck, but he ran back for Psychopath and as many of the passengers were jumping out of all the exits on the truck, some to their deaths over the cliff and some into six feet of snow, Aztec un-cuffed Psychopath, and they ran off the back of the truck. In the snow, Psychopath found part of the back door had fallen off the bus and helped Aztec get on top of it to get out of the snow. They spoke of the future they could’ve had together, and with a longing loving look, Psychopath slipped under the frozen white snow. Eventually, Aztec and some of the others who hadn’t died in the frost were picked up. In the spring, Psychopath climbed back out of the snow, and walked back to Chicago. But Aztec came back to the spot of the accident years later, and held the precious carrot reminiscing of his time with Psychopath before dropping it off the cliff. His carrot would go on.