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.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
2008-08-18
Scent of an old movie
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