""Sure you think it's romantic at first but wait 'til you sit there five days onna sore ass sleeping in Indian shacks and eating Yoka and some hunka nameless meat like the smoked pancreas of a two toed sloth and all night you hear them fiddle f---g with the motor- they got it bolted to the porch - ‘buuuuurt spluuuu . . . . Ut . . . . spluuuu . .ut,’ and you can’t sleep hearing the motor start and die all night and then it starts to rain.""
Can anyone guess the source of this?