While aimlessly wandering around tonight I ran into a swell 1968 Olds. The kind of car that'll never be build again.
Anyway it's unnaturally hot for spring. The streets are full of freaked out proles, and clueless tourista's, and I bumps into my dream car.
It was parked right outside the "Fed",..where they keeps all the gold, and where the guards walks around with M-16's. Hey life in wartime kiddies. Well it had a Fed sticker on it so some gold wonk owns the wheels.