It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and Max decided to cruise around town in his 95 four-door Volvo to see an old friend. The car wasn’t impressive, but to Max, it was his prized possession. He had put a lot of time and effort into restoring the car, so it looked as good as new.
Max had his favorite tunes playing on the radio as he drove down the street. The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing through the open sunroof, and he felt carefree and content.
As he drove through CC Lockdown and turned on cedar Ave to see his best friend, and immediately the gangsters started to took notice to a car that rarely comes through on this side of town.
One the men on the porch says “who dat in the black….hold up cuz that looks like a Volvo.
Max friend the governor says “oh that’s my homeboy Max”.
Man on porch H Killa says “Max who”
The governor: Just chill he good.
H Killa: alright I’ll take your word for it.
Max pulls in the driveway and gets out the car.
Max: What’s up the gov. still making them shady deals like a real governor.
H killa: yep you know him well.
Governor: And y’all fell for it every time.
As the days went by Max started to go to the C. C. lockdown a lot more. They were like he one of us bro he good with us. From that point on every time Max goes to the lockdown to hangout all you hear when he pulls up.
"Hey, Vevoski!" shouted a group young men on the porch.
Max couldn't help but laugh at the nickname. He had never been given a nickname before, but he thought it was kind of cool.
As he continued to give his friends hands shakes, he noticed a couple of dudes walked up and started looking around his car. They started asking him questions about the car, how he restored it, and how good is it on gas.
Max was cool with answering any questions about his car. It was like he was the only one in the city with a 1995 Volvo.
From that day forward, Max proudly drove his car around the city, feeling like a rockstar. And he knew that no matter what other cars came and went, his Volvo would always be his true love.