More than once in my life. A car, fuckit, it was always a Limousine, Cadillac, Body by Fleetwood. Would slow down to a cruise and almost stop. The window winding down time, for me to hear the familiar words. You thought you were gonna stop'm, looks like you did.
They had cellphones in 65 and earpieces. I told everyone for a year, but like my dad said.
They don't wanna know.
I said even if it's too late?
Why did we have to go to War to the same fucking place twice. Which one was too late? The ones that didn't come back.
This time, it'll be the ones who refuse to pay!
And the ones who did.
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