Snobs. That's what they all are. I mean really these guys just stand here comparing the kinds of cars they have. Then to be even more snobbish they go after pinks later on in the night. If they lose their car, all they gotta do is run to Big Daddy crying their pathetic hearts out. Pathetic the lot of them.
"Hey, Caleb where yea going?" I heard from someone behind me.
"Yeah, Caleb where ya going?" Looking to the side of me I see Danny with a fag hanging in his mouth. Looking away from him I stare in the open space to my other side while Danny grabs onto the buttons on my jacket.
"Don't you guys ever get tired?" I ask still looking in the distance.
"Of course we get tired, that's why we sleep" Danny responded, always the smartass
"No, like get tired of comparing egos. I mean it's the same thing every day. We come to this lot to compare egos and it's the same thing all the time, "my dad restored this and gave it to me" or "my pops and I went to a car show and I got this beauty". It's a bunch of bull, a crock of shit and you guys and you guys don't even care that we live the same shit just on different days. We need substance in life, we need to find a new meaning in life. And I'm going to find mine" I explained before pushing Danny's shocked limb off my body and walking away
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PoetryPoems and short stories that I have/will create over time. Most of the short stories I have worked on for a long time and they have been through a long thought process and the poems- mostly the new ones published are like mostly just like written wi...
