
two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
and came and killed those two dead boys.”
Conversation I had with my dad today as we were outside the supermarket.
- me:*notices a cab that just so happens to be the modern make of a chevy impala*
- me:ew
- dad:what?
- me:is that what impalas look like anymore? that's an awful looking car.
- dad:you know, impalas used to be really nice cars. my friend had one when i was younger
- me:what year was the model?
- dad:uhh, '67 i think, with a really nice black paint job. yeah, they used to be beautiful cars, huge with four doors. then they modernized it and turned it into that *points to new impala* you have no idea how nice this car was
- me:i know how awesome impalas are, i want one really bad. well a classic anyway.
- dad:i remember one time, he was gonna sell it... i think he kept it though. i should've bought it.
- me:why didn't you?
- dad:he moved away or i didn't have enough money, i don't remember.
- me:that sucks.
- dad:come to think of it, i didn't see him much
- me:why not?
- dad:i don't know, he liked road trips a lot. he always came back after some time but he was gone a lot.
- me:what was his name?
- dad:john.