Asphalt & Trouble"Whenever I smell asphalt, I think of Maureen. That's the last sensation I had before I blacked out: that thick smell of asphalt.
And the first thing I saw when I woke up was her face. She said she'd fix my bike, free. No strings attached. I should have known then that things were never that simple.
Yeah. When I think of Maureen I think of two things: asphalt and trouble."
