Sugar, we're going down swinging Who: Brian and Harley Where: Somewhere in one of Scarlet Oak's residential areas When: At around 10pm
Brian was of the mind that a man should spend a good amount of quality time with his car; especially when it was an old and slightly rusty American muscle car that might either last forever or die next week. And even more so when the money to buy it came out of your already torn apart pocket and you were still paying it in soft monthly payments you'd never see the end of.
At least he'd been able to afford to install a new radio on it. Today, Brian's quality time with his car consisted in listening to music as loud as the speakers would go while parked somewhere in town outside someone's house. He had no idea where he actually was, but he knew he was in Scarlet Oak and that was enough.
Hitting the dashboard with his hands as he nodded his head, Brian sang - or screamed - to the words in the song with as much energy as he could muster up at that hour: "WE'RE GOING DOWN DOWN IN AN EARLIER ROUND AND SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING!" He screamed, his window open all the way down; it seemed as though Brian couldn't care less about neighbors who might resent the noise right near their house. "A LONELY GOD COMPLEX COCK IT AND PULL IT!" And he went on. At least the chorus was an easy one to get right - or was it? - and the song wasn't some sort of deafening death metal thing, otherwise he might have gone deaf or been lynched by a mob of neighbors by now.