West Savannah.
Windows down on my way home and it came on my iPod. Took me back to Fall 2000, the start of tenth grade, and riding around in my buddy Dirk’s old Volvo. We were young, we weren’t freshmen anymore, and we had a friend who could DRIVE. Cool nerds who thought we were gangster.
Music is a time machine.
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