Originally posted by stevo
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I had never been to South Oak Cliff. I was expecting to be surrounded by people ready to jack my shit. We were well prepared for it, actually.
When I was 16, cruising my '64 Impala down 12th Street, blaring the shit out of Machine Head, I was almost intimidated. Going into "Red Brick" to get all the stuff the rest of the white boys were too scared to get in high school seriously intimidated me.
Pulling up in that car wash, made me start laughing out loud like a crazed redneck that just found a fuckton of gar in a pool left by the Sabine River over filling.
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