the outsiders

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

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

September, 1967

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

i stood on my front porch and waited. waited. waited for my Marafiki 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 wewe guys!" we were definatley gonna be...