Give me back my 89 Ford Probe with CB radio and PA speaker under the hood, so that I can bring mobile karoake to the masses driving through island towns singing rock the casbah and hearing it echo off the cobblestone streets of coffee pot bayou, scoffing at everyone with their Hummer H2 in the front driveway obstructing their view of the dolphins celebrating the renewed freedom of high tide.

I may have been wrong about karma, but the moon never lies.