It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.


2008-08-18

Scent of an old movie

I was watching Thunder Road. There is a scene where the driver is working on his car. He crawls around the engine compartment of a 1954 Ford coop. He wiped his hands on a rag and closed the hood. I could smell the garage. It smelled like gas, oil, cigarettes, engine cleaner, grime, mud, sweat and ceder. I don't need any proof. I just know it. I've been there. I don't know when. I've been there.

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