Overheating. In a new car and looked for the air knobs.  I must have bent too far over because the next thing I knew I was on the Jungle Cruise ride at Disneyland.  That boat was a’rockin’.  I kept saying “F**k you, Walt.  F**k you, Walt.”   Horns honking.   Back in Phoenix. I still kept yelling at Walt.  They all were Walt.

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