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Ford Ford Toyota Holden Lexus Holden Holden Mercedes Volkswagon Truck Holden Subaru Toyota Mitsubishi Toyota Mazda Holden Ford Toyota Honda Ford Ford Holden ... And then a blur of headlights. He was the kid who taught himself how to read, and which restaurants had the best leftovers. Who learnt about art and culture and history and the stock market by walking the streets, listening in to the gossip of worldly people. He woke up in different towns every night, not knowing how he got there, and not giving a damn. He stares at his hands, filled with the remnants of his redundant existence. He's been on the edge for as long as he can remember. And he hasn't forgotten a single thing since he was two, when his palm-sized Ferrari went under a Kia. This will be the last time he looks to the other side. He's just water under the bridge now. The water under Millionaire's Row.
Sounds like a self-made shooting star lost in the blur of material existence.