Driving, on every street

That Ford Mustang will be mine, one day. Cruising with nothing but awesome eighties blasting from the speakers. Wind streaming through my hair, never to be tied in a knot again. Mighty V8 purring away, sand, heat, the coolness of being.

I've got my sights set for the horizon, the one I left four months ago, the one I found six years ago.

Socrates was right, all along, even though Bill and Ted got his name a bit wrong.

And that same night, at a motel. That same motel.

Oh I love her, my angel.

Sign O' Times KT