My Chevrolet I went to a bunch of schools, didn’t like their golden rules, so I made a bunch of my own. The kids didn’t like me. They waited outside to fight me. I’ve learned to spend time alone. Man, I loved my Chevrolet, driving her on I-15, putting her in gear, wind through my hair, keeps a dying man alive. Work done told me were to go. I’ve se…
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