The building is named for a can of pop. The booze is paid for by the phone company. Even the Loser's wardrobe was sponsored by a maker of ultra-absorband towels. Look at the picture and tell me I'm wrong.
I know the time. I get it. I'm tightly wound, but know when to kick off the shoes. I pay attention. I observe everything. I know what I'm doing and know how it works. I crave the authentic, the genuine and the classic, and the noise, jive and bullshit of this era will find no purchase on my watch.
And I can flat drive anything.
No comments:
Post a Comment