I'm sitting in my dad's car, what year is it? I think it's the one of the tiger, we're going to the park next to the walmart, the walls are a bit yellowed from the sweet sweet smell of tobacco (or was it weed?) , either way the blunt is dropped in the driveway, and a bunch of cassette tapes are there, right next to the rockstar can

"L'amour est sans pitié"
"La vallée des réputations"
"Les fourmis"

All by this one guy, 'Jean Leloup' - I have no idea of who he is at this point but there is some sort of energy emanating from the covers on the tapes, psychadelic colours, a man holding up a guitar on his shoulder or what seems to be an ant hill, all of them are sort of discoloured, clearly those have been listened to a lot, put in and out of the tray, in and out, in and out

He finally decides which one to play on the trip, carefully shoves it into the cassette slot, and off we go , looking into the fields, repeating over and over, but it's okay, as this is the hardest I've ever went in a long while.

L'AMOUR EST SANS PITIÉ

LA VALLÉE DES RÉPUTATIONS

LES FOURMIS