I drove my silver 1932 Roadster down to the Boardwalk.
This car was a real panty dropper, but I preferred to pay for the good stuff.
I blew my wad on the hooker and hotel.
Payday was right around the corner.
I cruised around town to Marvin Gardens to get some blow, the good stuff.
Not the third rate shit they cut with baking soda over on Baltic Ave.
Live fast, die young.
I drove the panty dropper toward my house on Pacific to get high and die.
Didn’t see that damn cop until it was too late.
Danny Machal July 25th, 2009