This is the jacked up Chevy I drove to the levy but the levy was dry. Them good ole boys were drinkin whisky and rye. Singin' this'll be the day that I die. Oh Boy howdy this song has been Stuck in my head All day. Doesn't our sad old ride look like something out of Jurassic Park, the Ghetto Version? This is what happens when the 17 yr old foot is too big and the gas pedal gets mistaken for the brake pedal and it was such a minor stupid accident that left us without a car for a while. But things have since gotten better. And worse. I miss G.!!! The music really did die. He took his trumpet, (duh) he took the Yamaha Portasound, he took his little tuner thingamabob....so the other day when i needed to tune the dang guitar (it was cryin' time again and Buck Owens was lookin down on me from heaven) There was Nothing to tune it with as the piano hasn't been tuned in 20plus YEARS....We were way out of tune, people. We still are. I bought my mom a car...a '96 Chevy Cavalier. My friend's Dad knows a guy who owns an impound yard....I got a deal. The deal of the century. Sorta. Not.As it needs $800 worth of work done to it. It's very rumbly. But it gets Happy to school in the rain which is all I'm worried about. And only when it rains. Me& Pop-pops, we Prefer The Bus.