Marty was punkrocker he went to all the shows patches on swiss army pants and two rings in his nose he had an old nash rambler no insurance not much gas and a dancing hula girl that bobbled on the dash
feeling kinda stupid one day he broke down he drove his ugly car to the edge of town he sunk it in the quarry just because he could and because the rear defroster never worked too good
marty where you going whatcha going to what's the point in not conforming if it changes you when this world runs out of answers do you even know does the truth have any bearing on which way you go
he took the bus to santa cruz he hitchhiked to LA a preacher man had picked him up and drove him half the way
he said there's two kinds of people that I've met those who ask the questions and those who don't ask questions yet then he turned asking marty which one that he thought he was marty shrugged and shook his head forgetting what the question was
marty where you going what cha going to what's the point in not conforming if it changes you when this world runs out of answers would you even know does the truth have any bearing on which way you go
you'd do alsmost anything that someone told you not to do just because someone else told you it was cool do you remember long ago someone said to get a life did you ever think they might be right?
Marty was a rebel he never had a cause it may be stupid and cliched but that's because he was
he spent his whole life straying from the norm he was never hot or cold just boring and lukewarm it didn't seem to bother him he didn't seem to mind his cathartic life just burried somewhere in the time line
marty where you going what cha going to what's the point in not conforming if it changes you when this world runs out of answers do you even know does the truth have any bearing on which way you go
