
My friend in the foreground, John ... I think we need to open up a can on him. The man had the balls to wear a shirt with the Texas state cut-out on it, along with the words, "I'd Rather Go to Hell Than Texas."
Ouch.
Of course, it took me until a few hours into the ride to notice the words. All I saw was the shape of my state on a t-shirt in Norway, and you can guess how long it took me to introduce myself. John is lucky I didn't wise up until after we had become buddes ... those are fightin' words where I come from.
"It's a joke. I like Texas," he claims. "I used to live in Dallas."
Typical Dallas.

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