Late one night during my senior year of high school, I was driving down East Market Street in Warren with two of my best friends, Brad and Mark, in the car. Brad was riding shotgun, and Mark was afloat in the back—that is, not in one seat or the other, but moving from side to side as he felt appropriate, as the car trundled down the road. At least this is what I remember. I was doing probably about 40 mph when Brad hit the Eject button on the car’s cassette player. Less than a second later, we were at a dead stop, pulled over by the side of the road. I had hit the brakes, hard.
You got me hooked on the Smiths and countless others. And I think my roommate’s in Pittsburgh scratched my CD’s. They liked Gangsta rap! It was a rough year with them!
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You got me hooked on the Smiths and countless others. And I think my roommate’s in Pittsburgh scratched my CD’s. They liked Gangsta rap! It was a rough year with them!