I Like Driving In My Car

I have to be careful.

When driving I like to sing along to what's playing on the radio or what I've chosen to compile. Over the years I've made cds for various vacations. All the power ballads that have been in the charts in the last year, heck in the last 40 years, they all get a look in.

"cooler than the red dress"
"I'm not a perfect person"
"it's set way back in the middle of a field"
"if you don't have the answer just walk away"
"do you believe in love at first sight"
"lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer"
"breathe into me and make me real"
"you're in my mind all of the time"
"but its made in a Hollywood basement"
"drink bacardi like it's your birthday"

My indulgence is Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams:

"I walk a lonely road on the boulevard of broken dreams"

Thing is, my teenaged nephew won't have them - on the stereo, in the car, nada, verboten.

He has an excellent bullshit meter.