The best part of my day
I was recently driving down Claremont Avenue on a sunny Wednesday morning when I pulled up alongside a light blue minivan. In the driver’s seat was a man in his late thirties wearing a blue pin-striped suit. His window was down, and he was blaring music. The music sounded like an eighties rock band, and the lyrics that were being repeated, over and over, were “Ball and chain! She’s a… ball and chain!” The only thing that could possibly have been better were if his name was Luther.
1 year ago