—brownlawn

“My grandparents were going to donate their old diesel Mercedes with 200k miles to their church. I somehow convinced them to give it to me. I gave my sweet sports car to my younger brother and embraced the leaking, smelly, slow-as-fuck heap. The best thing about that car was that my grandpa left all his CDs in the 10-disc changer in the trunk. 

All through college, I listened just to his music in the car. A bunch of CDs he burned featuring Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman, the best of the Everly Brothers, the American Graffiti soundtrack, etc. I felt like he was driving with me every time I got behind the wheel. That soundtrack made that almost worthless car invaluable to me.”

—G0mery