Driver: Parallel Lines ISO
York in ’78 was the coolest place on the planet. Everyone was either
finding themselves, or getting laid, including me. I was new to the Big
Apple, just a country boy looking to make good. But a few weeks, and it
felt like home. From New Jersey to Queens, from the Bronx down to
Battery this was my patch, my backyard. 28 years later and the city
sparkled like new on the surface. Underneath, the filth was still
there, and I had vengeance crawling inside me.