So what? I thought. There were many side roads, and we had a very fast car. All I had to do was get the Judge out of his drinking frenzy and find a truck dealer where we could buy a few cans of Flat Black spray paint. Then we could slither out of the state before dawn and find a place to sleep.
Long as I remember The rain been coming down. Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun; And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.
