Today I was driving up the West Side Highway and a man shouted from his SUV, accusing me of being on crack. I laughed, but then tried to imagine what he was referring to. The only thing I could come up with was that Oregon was playing on my car stereo, and for sure, this track had me in a trance.Wouldn't it be something if the only reason people drove like they were on crack was because they loved great music?
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