Gaet Corp - EN

4 AM somewhere in Montmartre, I go out the night Club, some buzz in my ears, my clothes smell tobacco. The fresh, wet air enters in my lungs, trying to replace my Malboros, I feel a stranger in this lonely place. It is getting cold, I close my coat’s collar, and I walk faster. My 49’ Caddie is sleeping, waiting for me to be waked up.

I seat down, turn the key – the dashboard lights on, and start the V8engine, smooth and deep. My yellow front lights make the street Weird. I select the drive position, release the brakes and press the throttle. The Caddie noose rises up, the exhausts hide my leaving on the wet street…

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