Swan song
On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville--a blue two-door Caprice. There was a big ceremony, speeches, the lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have. because that 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car--no, the most important object--in pretty much the whole universe.
The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have... and a few things they don't. But none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important. The army man that's crammed in the ashtray--it's still stuck there. The legos that were shoved into the vents. To this day, heat comes on, and you can hear 'em rattle. These are the things that make the car. Even when it was rebuilt it from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed. 'Cause it's the blemishes that made her beautiful.
In between jobs, they would sometimes get a day--sometimes a week, if they were lucky. They'd pass the time lining their pockets. He used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother. They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove a thousand miles for an Ozzy show. Two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars... for hours... without saying a word.
It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls... but they were never, in fact, homeless.
Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass.
This is the last they will see of each other for a very long time. And for the record, at this point next week, Bobby will be hunting a Roogaru outside of Dayton. But not him. He didn't want Cas to save him. Every part of him, every fiber he's got wants to die or find a way to bring his brother back. But he isn't going to do either. Because he made a promise.
So what's it all add up to? It's hard to say. But me, I'd say this was a test... And I think they did all right. Up against, Good, Evil, angels, devils, Destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well... isn't that kinda the whole point? No doubt--endings are hard. But then again... nothing ever really ends, does it?
The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have... and a few things they don't. But none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important. The army man that's crammed in the ashtray--it's still stuck there. The legos that were shoved into the vents. To this day, heat comes on, and you can hear 'em rattle. These are the things that make the car. Even when it was rebuilt it from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed. 'Cause it's the blemishes that made her beautiful.
In between jobs, they would sometimes get a day--sometimes a week, if they were lucky. They'd pass the time lining their pockets. He used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother. They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove a thousand miles for an Ozzy show. Two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars... for hours... without saying a word.
It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls... but they were never, in fact, homeless.
Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass.
This is the last they will see of each other for a very long time. And for the record, at this point next week, Bobby will be hunting a Roogaru outside of Dayton. But not him. He didn't want Cas to save him. Every part of him, every fiber he's got wants to die or find a way to bring his brother back. But he isn't going to do either. Because he made a promise.
So what's it all add up to? It's hard to say. But me, I'd say this was a test... And I think they did all right. Up against, Good, Evil, angels, devils, Destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well... isn't that kinda the whole point? No doubt--endings are hard. But then again... nothing ever really ends, does it?