Get made.

Nov 26, 2005 20:23

It was late in the day when I took $500 out of my account and waited at the feed store. The train stops by every night at 2300 Hrs. We jumped on as it stopped and fell asleep. I woke up hearing that loud fucking whistle and sat up, watching everything go by in a blur. I laid back down and the next thing I know I was waking up in Reno fucking Nevada. So we get off and see this sweet ass tattoo shop. It's about fucking time. Put it on my chest. Graffiti lettering that says "DRIVE" inbetween those two stars. Okay, gotcha covered.

Walk out sore and throw my thumb in the wind. Holy shit, pull over big rig. Alright, there we go. "Look, we're on our way to Cali." "What for?" he says. "To play the game..." No shit, he took us all the way. It's alright, this old gas stations good enough for me. There's an old motel down the road. We run across the abandoned highway and book it for a week. I'm STARVING. Time for a burger. What? You want to go, so we walk for endless hours until we see it. Restless nights and blinking lights. Let's hurry to the beach.

We're stopped by a puppy who joins us on our walk. The sun is coming up now. I sit down in the sand in those faded jeans. It got into my pockets. Look, I need to find it. What's "it"? The reason I came here. To get made.

The end.
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