Prologue
I used to have an average, sort of mediocre life in a small town. It was 1932. I had a pretty good family, filled with American glory, born right after the Great War. I was very young, so young... I was left alone with no one to care for me and to care for too. Somewhere between the bitterness of my life I got lost, lost inside myself.
"I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get in trouble, but I
I've got a war in my mind
I just ride"
