true dream of witchita takes me back to a run down camero. Blue with rust spots. A broom stick to hold open the hood, tin foil water cap, and milk jugs of water to put in it. but the sound system in that bad boy was amazing. Worth more than the car haha. I would cruise down the beach road on my way to work blaring soul coughing. I changed in the parking lot of the all you can eat seafood buffet. Laughing at the bus boys as they steal towels exposing sun tanned skin. Salty skin and sun streaked hair. Hush puppies and sweet tea. Salt air and ocean waves. True Dreams and summer.
Words - N
Photo - S
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