I was driving (the speed limit) in my car and this song came on the car radio - -
Wow - - I forgot how much I enjoy the song and Tracy Chapman
That’s probably why you like me.
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He should keep a cool head about that type of thing because a speeding ticket (or tickets, plural) could cost him an arm and a leg. The knee-jerk desire to apply the lead foot might seem pleasing at first, but the brain has to take over and calm that daredevil heart. I really have to hand it to Nevan, though, due to the way he’s always on the ball and doesn’t poke his chest out like a braggart. He nose what he’s doing. It’s no skin off my back how he drives, heck, I’m in San Diego and he’s in Sacramento, so we’ll most likely never cross each other’s driving paths or even lay eyes on each other. I might get a lump in my throat if I ever met him, he’s a really hip dude. I don’t know how to express it, I can’t really put my finger on it even though it’s right on the tip of my tongue, but it’s a sentiment of a brother from another mother.
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