there are certain moments,
undeniably great moments, perhaps the best
that time has in store for you, the wind screaming through an open
car window,
a beautiful girl in the passenger seat
without any panties on, you’re both laughing at 70
miles an hour down the highway with
no traffic,
just good music, and a pocketful of cash,
on your way
to pick up 50 vicodin.
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