The Mustang

[verkcalist]

It was a damp October day, a light rain had just fallen as I was driving my mustang down, old farm road. About half way down the road, pull over, get out and calmly light a cigarette and sit on the hood. As I take another long hard drag off of my cigarette, and look towards the sunset and am amazed how the golden paint of my 67'stang melds with the

Comments

[battlecakes]

you are goingto get a refferal to the counselor for this

[h4ppydaze]

what a charming little story.