There goes a kid driving a stereo

Let’s be honest here. How loud do you need to play your music in order to enjoy it? I don’t care whether it’s metal, hippity-hop, jazz, bubble-headed pop country, or Ethel Merman singing “Everything’s Coming Up Roses,” you can get your fill without bending the windows of Pizza Hut as you drive past. These specimens who lay out more cash for a sound system than they ever will for college tuition are making only one statement: “Look at me.”

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