Drake rolls down his manual windows and feels the breeze on his face. “Wow,” he says to himself, “This honda is so functional, If only my relationships were the same” he recalls as he pulls down the kanjo.
The Kanjo was empty… Drake was all alone. This wasn’t the first time Drake felt alone, “Nicki I’m sorry…” Drake slammed his hand on the steering wheel in frustration. “I just wanted to make you proud, but I couldn’t even make myself proud, tonight…”