The other day I’m walking my class to a nearby park for some self-esteem enhancement and for some quality journal reflection time, when, from a half-a-block behind me I hear a moving car and a familiar rock’n’roll ditty blasting from its stereo.
Ladies and Gentlemen: I present to you, STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN, by those crazy lads from West Bromwich and Kidderminster, England, Led Zeppelin! I couldn’t frickin’ believe it. Stairway to HEAVEN!! When’s the last time you heard somebody crankin’ up Stairway to Heaven from their car stereo? The best part? The driver was some 16-17 year-old, long-haired punk, who was apparently skipping school; AND he was driving Mommy’s red Chrysler Sebring, convertible. “Nice wheels dude!! You got any Deep Purple in there?!”
“And there’s a wino down the road!!.....” Or something like that; I never could figure out what the hell he was saying.
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BigZam,
I too was outside when the "daddy's car" came tearing around the corner. But by the time he was at school, he was blaring Metallica's Enter Sandman! What the F! Does he NOT know there's a Ghetto Rap Only sign when you enter the parking lot?
I thought I was dreaming!
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