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“Ok, Joey, this is what tu gotta do. tu mover the gear into drive right? Because that’s what tu gotta do; drive. And tu lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but tu shouldn’t do that… But if tu do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and tu see, tu mover forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. tu don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when tu want to turn, tu gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then tu turn the wheel, and straighten it back out…...

i felt like escritura a one-shot. i like them. maybe ill write more...

September, 1967

will tu blindly follow me
when im goin nowhere?
will tu keep your faith in me
when i dont have a prayer?

i stood on my front porch and waited. waited. waited for my friends Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Two-Bit Mathews, and Steve Randle. we were going to school together. i impatiently tapped my foot. if they didnt hurry up, we were gonna be late. the cool, light, September breeze kicked my long, golden brown hair around. i pushed it outta my face. i looked at my watch. "damn tu guys!" we were definatley gonna be...