An especially rundown, vintage ice blue VW Bug followed my train all the way in to work this morning. It was so sweet and Godard-esque. I felt like I was going to cry - witnessed by everyone on the BART train - by the time we finally went into the tunnel.
*in defense I was listening to the Two Gallants on my earphones
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