Morning. James wakes up on top of the Shasta and we're suddenly at the Augusta/Richmond County Civic Center. The Shasta pulls into the lot and the kids "ooh" over this wrestler-looking guy getting out of a car; he is draped in chains and holding a skull. The crack B/M editing staff continue their assault on our eyes and production sensibilities by using crazy split-screens and stutter-effects and multi-shots. Inside a shitty auditorium, the kids hoot and holler as monster trucks drive around a course. Kathryn voice-overs that she loves driving trucks -- but I think she means that she loves being driven in trucks. James, having suddenly gotten over his ennui, screams and cheers and pumps his fist even more vehemently than when he saw Mommy last week. Somebody have the crash-cart waiting nearby because I think James is about to have an embolism. And...commercial. Damn, this is just the first commercial. I'm about to start ripping shit off my walls. Too bad I can't go sleep on the roof. You know...the pigeons.