War: A Street Rod on the Boulevard of Soul

"SOMETIMES I TELL myself: I'm B.B. Dickerson and I'm in War so I'm going to pull up in front of the Continental Hyatt House in my hot silver Porsche feeling secure and uppity. But then I look in my rear-view mirror and there's a white Rolls Royce behind me. Possessions," he sighs on a bus traveling through Ohio, "what a weird trip."