On my drive to Chicago with my dad last weekend, I was flipping through radio stations the whole ride because I needed good driving music and I never found a decent station I liked. I would keep it on one station and change it, like, five minutes later because they would start playing something whack. All I can say is thank god they didn’t play that whack
shit song by Lil Wayne, ‘How to love.’ I swear I want to punch (on a bad day I sometimes want to kick it in with my heel) my car radio every time they play it, which is like every 10 minutes. You know some shit was in that weed he was smoking the night he recorded that song.
Anyways, I’m driving and this station starts playing a song I don’t like and I proceed to change the station. Before I go on, note that my dad does not speak one word of English. Okay, I start to change the station, then, this happened:
“Why did you change it?,” my dad asked.
“Because I don’t like that song,” I replied a little confused.
“Why? That’s a nice song,” he said.
What song was it that my non-English speaking father likes, you ask? It was this one my friends: