Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Driver: Parallel Lines (Full)

New York in ’78 was the coolest place on the planet. Everyone was
either finding themselves, or getting laid, including me. I was new to
the Big Apple, just a country boy looking to make good. But a few
weeks, and it felt like home. From New Jersey to Queens, from the Bronx
down to Battery this was my patch, my backyard. 28 years later and the
city sparkled like new on the surface. Underneath, the filth was still
there, and I had vengeance crawling

inside me.




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