zechariah

Rollin down the street in my 65 Deville, slick black hair, one hand on the wheel. Sun came out so I put the top down, Social Distortion blared, shook the town. Gretch guitar in the back seat. spade topped creepers on my feet. Rolled cuff pants and argyle socks, crept downtown for twenty blocks. T sleeves rolled, tattoos hung out, rocked my head as Mike Ness shouts...

Ok that was kinda corny but hey its what I did today and how often do all your days occurances rhyme?

Ok I'll shut my trap