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There are places I'll remember all
my life, though some have changed: blares
from the driver's side, a sun-burnt bearded
man's mint-condition, purple Impala. Damn,
that ride's sweet. How our voices will drive
smack into air like the sparrow veering to a new
direction. On the passenger side of day, T-Pain
and Lil Wayne pull alongside in booming clarion
of swagger-the hot thump of bass and ghetto
fabulousness-clanking ballers giving rhythm
to a small city....





