Where…where’s the dawn?
I’m not afraid. But why am I alone?
They’ve tied me to the bed again. A bed of steel in the crops, with no room, with no walls. 235 more words
Summer of 83’ and some pals and I stole a car, an overseas foreign beauty that weren’t common for our Louisianian streets or cities. We drove it, and my heart was just about full of adrenaline, cause’ I was littlest of the four of us and had never done none further than trash a window with a baseball and weasel one peek under some girls’ skirts. 620 more words