Velvet Underground Prologue

The car is bouncing with the bass pedal and snare. Guitar riffs dart like arrows to our ears. Susan’s gorgeous blonde reflects off the rear view mirror. She and her mother sing out loud, feeling the music and belting it with soul. Little baby Walt sits next to her sister snoring like he’s been working and working all day. I can’t help but smile. The sun gleams onto the road and lights the way. Clouds above follow us. Moving to a whole other state can be difficult, but we’re taking it well. We’re troopers.

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