Marty was a punk rocker he went to all the shows Patches on swiss army pants and two rings in his nose He had an old nash rambler no insurance not much gas and a dancing hula girl that bobbled on his dash Feeling kind of stupid One day he broke down he drove his ugly car to the edge of town he sunk it in the quarry just because he could and cause the rear defroster never worked too good
Marty where you going whatcha going to? whats the point in not conforming if it changes you? When this woorld runs out of answers would you even know Does the truth have any bearing on which way you go?
He took the bus to Santa Cruz he hitchkhiked to LA a preacherman picked him up and drove him half the way he said theres two kinds of people that ive met those who ask the questions and those who dont ask questions yet then he turned asking marty which one that he thought he was Marty shrugged and shook his head forgetting what the question was you'd do almost almost anything someone told you not to do just because someone else told you it was cool remember long ago when someone said get a life did you ever think they might be right
Marty was a rebel never had a cause it may be stupid and cliche but thats because he was he spent his whole life straying from the norm he was neither hot or cold just boring and lukewarm it didnt seem to bother him he didnt seem to mind his cathartic life just buried somewhere in the timeline