I had borrowed a white Lexus from some rich guy. I was driving home from downtown, and took Gratiot Ave. The street was flooded and the water was six or seven feet deep. I had to swim and the car turned into a bike, which I had to drag behind me. By the time I hit East Detroit, the water had receded. The area had turned hip and but some of the old landmarks were still there. I saw my dad's old dental practice and it was now some cool bar or restaurant. The owner of the Lexus wasn't mad about the car/bike getting wrecked and he thought it was a valuable lesson for his spoiled kids.
No comments:
Post a Comment