That morning was just like any other. No love, no luck. No ride. No change. I came across a turtle on the highway. We were both taking our time getting to where we were going. What I didn't know was that my time was running out.
I was beginning to realise this town had no luck. What happened to the days when guitarists were gods? Like my forefathers. Technology has crushed us... and robbed us of our culture. Turned us into machines.