Þetta er reyndar bara fyrsti kafli á sögu sem ég byrjaði á að skrifa einn dagin þegar mér leiddist…sum ykkar kannast kaskki eikkað við þetta, Stanley Brimstone stared at the as it seemed endless road, he had been driving for 3 straigt hours now and was getting pretty tired. But he knew that he was near this small town that he could sleep over the night and get something to eat, he was really hungry and the clock was a quarter to ten. He listend to some redneck country stadion and was already...