in seventh grade, i met one of my best friends. our first encounter was not a pleasant one. i think we may have even agreed to a dual. that never happened but, we fully wanted to kick each others asses. as our lives moved on, so did our friendship. we used to wax our snowboards in his garage with his moms iron. his dad was a piano tuner and his mother was a piano teacher. shows you what making music really means. well, when he got his drivers license, he got a car. it was a classic. i saw a replica on the road today. to think there was a time we would get 13 of us into this car to go to Carls Jr. lemme get a Western Bacon Cheeseburger and an order of Fried Zuks.
this is an Ode...to the Toyota Cressida..."the La Bamba!"
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