L I V I N' | dazed and confused | Randall pink Floyd

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| Shit Sorry |

"Don't you quit! You want to hit him!" Don yelled from the 50 yard line on the football field.

"He was wide open!" Pink yelled back.

"You want to hit him!"

"Jesus, son, you're wearin' Rebel gray!"

"Now break down! Break down!" Don exclaimed as he gently slaps Pinks face.

"I'm sorry, coach." Pink replies to Don who was pretending to be their coach.

"I want you on him like stink on shit! Stink on shit!" Don continues, causing everyone to laugh.

"Break down! You don't deserve to wear Rebel gray, boy!" Pink circles Don, the latter grunting roughly. "You don't deserve to wear it. You won't hit him? You won't hit him?" Then he pushed Don to the ground, standing right above him. "O.T. S. S.! Only the strong survive."

Slater hands me the joint he'd been smoking and I give him a thanks before thanking a drag and watching to boys in front of us once more.

"Only the strong survive!"

"Only the strong survive, boy!"

"Only the strong survive! Only the strong survive!"

"That's it!"

"Only the strong survive!" Don repeated for what felt like the millionth time, reaching up he flips Pink onto the ground who rolls back to his feet.

"And where's your pitch man? Hit your goddamn pitch man!"

"Oh, I'm not sure."

"He spins around! Pink's gotta run!" Wooderson exclaims, wrapping is arms around Don's knees. "He fumbled and recovers the ball!"

Pink stumbles like the other two boys then falls directly on top of me. I don't see what happens to Shavonne or Slater but I can only assume that they reach the same fate as me.

I giggle up at Pink, everyone else laughing as well. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, my lips chasing his as he leans back.

Before I know it Don's back up and yelling again. "Hell, my grandmother can hit harder than that."

"What the fuck, man?" Slater asks, dazed from when he'd been rudely awoken from his nap by Wooderson who fell atop of him.

"'Course she's 8-foot-4, 652-pound hairy-ass gorilla, drive a Mack truck and runs the 40 in 2.2." Don speaks the words so fast that I have to pause to comprehend what the hell he just said.

"She's gotten bigger." Wooderson states. "She was only 6'2", 195 in my day. Still drivin' that Mack truck though."

"Pink, you got my papers, man?" Slater asks over everyone's laughter.

"Uh, yeah. There's some in my glove compartment." He replies.

"I got 'em." Woody assures. "Hit me on a slant. Give me the keys to an inside."

"Hut! Down! Marijuana on one." Pink starts, both him and Wooderson in some football position, his words causing me and Shavonne to giggle. "Reefer on two. Two. Hut! Hut!"

Wooderson runs forwards and Pink runs around us, standing right behind Don. "Wide open!" Woody yells as Pink reels his arm back to make the throw. Once the keys are out of his hand Don tackles him to the ground.

When Woody catches the keys he throws his hand in the air in victory before his hand goes to his back in mock pain." Everyone bursts into laughter at his antics.