larinah:

larinah:

larinah:

So, I just started watching “Halt and Catch Fire” and this struck me.  A Marine died and his ghost seemingly drove the family member who inherited his vehicle right off a bridge into the water below to kill him.  And the headlights of the truck blended directly into this season’s title card.  Dean even called the truck the Marine’s “Baby” and says that he understands why the ghost would do that.  (Do we know any ghost marines whose memory might be driving the family member who inherited the car right off the edge?  A ghost marine that we just saw on the “Then” tag perhaps?)

OK, so it wasn’t the ghost of the marine who did it.  But…I still find it interesting that Dean was so very willing to accept that the ghost had a good enough reason to do it just because there was a misunderstanding between the brothers and unfinished business that they never got to talk about.

Also, I take it this is the country song Dean was talking about.  If it is, then holy crap Dean, stop listening to this song and doing exactly what it says!!!

“I Drive Your Truck” by Lee Brice

Eighty-Nine Cents in the ash tray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorboard
That dirty Braves cap on the dash
Dog tags hangin’ from the rear view
Old Skoal can, and cowboy boots and a Go Army Shirt folded in the back
This thing burns gas like crazy, but that’s alright
People got their ways of coping
Oh, and I’ve got mine

I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck


I leave that radio playing
That same ole country station where ya left it
Yeah, man I crank it up
And you’d probably punch my arm right now
If you saw this tear rollin’ down on my face
Hey, man I’m tryin’ to be tough
And momma asked me this morning
If I’d been by your grave
But that flag and stone ain’t where I feel you anyway


I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck


I’ve cussed, I’ve prayed, I’ve said goodbye
Shook my fist and asked God why
These days when I’m missing you this much


I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes, brother sometimes


I drive your truck
I drive your truck
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind
I drive your truck

Um.  Yeah.  Seriously Dean.  This is the thing you need to get past…..

I’m sorry for reblogging myself again here, but it turns out there’s more to this than I originally thought.

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