you havent lived until you bang on def leppards 'high n dry' cassette in your drop top on a hazy summer evening circa 85', cruising on the freeway for a few hours toward your marks residence in mission viejo
you ffw to 'another hit and run' and blaze it, hair blowing as you roll, feeling the adrenaline of what the evening ahead holds, the law passes you by, nothing related to you though, they are heading home for the night, the album unfurling as the soundtrack of the night
you laugh demonically in the rear view as the guitar riffs cement this fated night into infamy moreso, as the black blanket descends over the starry, smog riddled skies, inhaling the pale waning moonlight leaving you to take refuse amongst the suburban shadows cast as you make your final approach off the fast lanes...