There was a big crash. There was a lot of debris. It sounded like we hit a trash can. We came to a stop, then all the emergency lights came on.

There's a lot of trash, a lot of debris, a lot of sentimental things that mean something to somebody, everywhere.

They don't let trash or debris inside the cab. Everything's been at a real heightened level, a lot more than we've been seeing a year or two ago.

It sounded a lot like me when I didn't want to go to Vancouver. Really, I had never heard of (Vazquez) before. I didn't know who he was.

The neighborhoods were littered with construction debris, and paper and plastic trash was strewn about, (not to mention the chickens, goats, donkeys, and cattle, which roam freely throughout),

You're only as big as your last hit.