Don't be fooled because it is ostentatious; it was built that way so you'd think - Well, I'm not sure what the damn thing is but whatever'n'hell it is it definitely ain't the car of a spy.
I spoke with the driver whose wan melon face was gashed by a crooked smile; he had secretive eyes that sparked with flashes of delusion.
Every single thing about the encounter was an apt metaphor for America; the constant loud background noise and the garish gimcrack machine operated by an obviously disordered man.
I spoke with the driver whose wan melon face was gashed by a crooked smile; he had secretive eyes that sparked with flashes of delusion.
Every single thing about the encounter was an apt metaphor for America; the constant loud background noise and the garish gimcrack machine operated by an obviously disordered man.