Do you ever ponder after taking a leak at a truckstop about the life of the nomadic trucker when exiting the somehow clean, some of the time, facility? Do you ever wonder why you chose your stagnate life on the ground as opposed to an ever changing nine axle existence? A magical life could await you, where the road is your mistress... your wife is most likely a pain in the ass... meth... and twink hookers hold back tears for your money or the willingness for you to drive them somewhere. Do you want to be wearing flannel and denim at the same time right now?