Happy ChildThe car bucked as it ripped past the seams of a forgotten strip of interstate, sailing down Highway 95 in the early A.M. Each seam, with its "kachuka" sound felt as if the stale Georgia heat and wet earth couldn't stand it any longer. The car sailed, rather than hurtled, just the way that only a white 1976 Chevy Impala could. The bench seat, cherry red vinyl, held two passengers in this early morning drive.His passenger was a bound woman, silent and still. The dashboard rolled cajoling songs from crackling speakers that inspired the driver to sing. Her body bounced with the car and she started to roll face first against the driver. He righ
I love this glorious era. ^^
If I use them I'll tell you.
Thank you!