Unroll the window, Jamish, my son

“Okay Nate you crazy fuck”

I said nothing but someone in the backseat held my feet as we sped through defiances dense fog, over the bridge I crawl onto the cars window still, Jami’s hands gripping the wheel, the car moving forward, at a speed approaching the edge. My ass is purged of all concussions, a we lad was I, fixated on beauty, rosy cheeks, tattooed back, red yin and yang. The bridge was coming now my entire body was out the car window, laughter echoed the chamber of secrets, who ever held my feet I’m sure it was a girl. Someone handed me a cigarette, coked up personal preference was Newports. I believe it was dollar nattys at the biker bar, my 19 years on this earth, I couldn’t stand the smell of it all, perked up now wasn’t I? Hot on crime, I was upset after the blow of shit wasted 20 on my nose or heart, only nine dollars gets you in the gates of buzzing, enter a dream of a lifetime. God bless whoever held my legs.