When I was 5, my father left me and my little sister in his 1983 baby blue Nissan Pick-up truck while he ran in to pay for gas. As soon as I could see him in the review mirror, I jumped the console and slipped it into first gear. We rambled along the parking lot of the now Maverick gas station in Three-way headed to Mason Rd (back then, it was Fina). I envisioned being my own kid, with a string of Popsicle stands and matinee movies left in my wake. I could taste freedom when my plans were foiled by a tiny white headed old lady who jumped in the passenger seat as I turned onto the street. She yanked the parking break, and with it, my hopes and dreams. Ever since then, I have been the Running Kind... youtu.be/i-k_q-i-y68
Posted on: Thu, 04 Sep 2014 18:21:27 +0000
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