When we'd hitch over the North-East, we'd end up being picked up by actual Apple farmers. I remember waking up, hungover in the back of a guy's truck.
He was an apple farmer and he gifted us a fuckin 1/4barrel of homebrewed cider.
When we'd hitch over the North-East, we'd end up being picked up by actual Apple farmers. I remember waking up, hungover in the back of a guy's truck.
He was an apple farmer and he gifted us a fuckin 1/4barrel of homebrewed cider.