RAVE: I still can't sop thinking about this...
I slipped into the back of the green car and announced my destination. Without a word and only a nod to show he'd heard me, we were off. I sank into the leather seat and let the entire day wash out of me.
The sound of a tape being inserted into a car-stereo. I was too tired to wonder what this dark-skinned indian man wanted to share with me. I'd taught 3 hours of lessons and played about 4 hours of music on top of that. I had reached my saturation level. Still, it was easier for me to listen than it was to think.
This recording had been transferred to casette from a record. The crackling was so apparant that I could almost see the warped record wobbling on an old mono-turnta