Picture this. I’m in my Oldsmobile 442 , cause why wouldn’t I own one, it’s summer, it’s Sunday, me and my brother Chuck Berry – “No particular place to go.”
I’ve just trimmed my hair down to barely any, and the wind streaming in through the open windows keeps slapping me upside the head – “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”
The Rasberries are pouring out through the 442’s speakers, loud, this pristine sound system, and, giving it all the gas I’ve got, if someone had of told me I’d be hanging with all the cats and kitties down by the Cayucos pier I’d of never believed them.
While knowing it all along.
“Hot fun in the summertime.”
from a mountain bench 