The picture on Colonel Chapman's wall was most definitely me. I scarcely remember visiting Palm Springs, let alone driving one of the new Buicks. I do remember blowing through those red lights...the power and magic of simply slamming my right foot onto the pedal; feeling my calf cramping and hearing the engine give off magic sounds...sounds that (i)t was meant to make but nobody ever had the balls to give (i)t what (i)t wanted. Then I was at the Marriott Courtyard and you were bringing me really old magazines with Canada Dry ads and Revlon and Merit ads also. Your protests made me stop the car. I don't remember if it really was a Buick.
Activated charcoal is easy to make, just burn some toast! Buick!
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