It’s been getting kind of heavy around here, what with all the death and the crying and what have you. Fortunately Road House remains Road House at all times and in all ways. Everything that’s happening in Road House is happening simultaneously—the throat rip and the parking scenes and the Sharing Husband and the breakfast scene and the sex scene and the Giving of the Rules and, of course, the monster truck running over a Ford dealership. They’re all as close to you as your copy of the movie, and with the flick of a button you can be anywhere and everywhere within Road House at once. It exists in all states. So here, have a shot I stumbled upon completely at random today of the wheels of a monster truck absolutely demolishing a station wagon. Let it smoosh the sadness and the fear and the anxiety right out of you, let it send them flying out of your body in thousands of jagged shards. Be the truck. Be the wagon. Be Wagon Days now.
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