I'm driving a '68 Chevelle Malibu,
my grandmother's old car,
along old Finch in Scarborough.
Going through a dark train tunnel,
with a few high school friends crowded in.
Pink Floyd's The Wall on 8-track.
"Is there anybody out there?" chilling...
Don't recall where we were heading.
Nowhere, probably.
Warm Summer nights, mid 70s.
Just driving. Being teenagers.
The next day I woke up and I'm 62.
WTF!?
I wish I still had that old car.
I wish I still had those old friends.
I wish...