Don't Give a Damn if it Cracks My Back Window

OK, do you see what's reflected in the fender of this behemoth, this leviathan?

It's the sky.

My work-related rental was big enough to reflect large sections of the SKY!

I was conflicted: On the one hand, I was slightly embarrassed to be driving through my activist neighborhood in a vehicle that could easily gulp down the resources of a smaller country and still ask to see the dessert menu.

On the other--I mean, Christ, I got a chance to put, like, SIX miles on it. I wish I had 1) thought to pack the Nas disc my little sister burned for me, or, 2) found a radio station in the area that could muster something with a little more bass response than Bob Seger's "Night Moves."

Or stupid "59th Street Bridge Song."

Activism, shmactivism. I coulda held a battle in that thing.