The dream of being a rock star exhaled its last breath and is now pale and lifeless in my heart. And it's starting to stink a bit. Why you may ask? Let me show you:
Admittedly, the oversized tires are kinda cool, as is the DVD player inside, but a minivan? Being a family man does have its downside.
I'll still play music. I may still start a band in the not too distant future. You never know. But any chance of me "making it" have been thwarted by this... this... monster. This monster-minivan.
Blazing solos on my guitar will now sound less biting, my voice will be less soul wrenching, my songs will be less real. Everything is now flowers and rainbows. Great.
Looking at the bright side, my monster minivan can kick your cars but any day.
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