Letters at 3AM
Happiness costs. I know better now than to indulge this happiness, but still I drive on and I can't or won't stop. It isn't right that I and my Chevy, and you and your car, eat up the world's resources at the rate we do. We're driving in sin.
"..."This '69 Chevy Malibu, sweet of line, lime-green,/ is the only car/ I..."
