The pavement, rough under dirty wheels. Ancient fishtail board under ratty sneakers.
Jean's Jean's stretched over leg muscles and a torn "Nirvana" tee shirt under a black hoodie. But not just any nirvana shirt. It was the rare one. You know, his "pink hair era"? My conversation with my own head ended abruptly with the pebble under my back wheel I stumbled sharply off the board as my cousin laughed behind me "watch out for them traps dude. They're everywhere!" I laughed and returned to grab my board. "Fuck, let's go downtown. This place has shit concrete."
I said brushing the rocks from my hands. "What you gonna fly me there fairyboy?" My cousin Daniel giggled. "Bus tickets.." I said blandly. We both laughed a bit and headed for the closest bus station. Walking down the cracked and rocky pavement of the west Michigan suburbs we've been trapped in our whole lives.
"Man I'm sick of all the flighty women in this fuckin' city. I wanna move. I wanna leave. As soon as I'm old enough..."
YOU ARE READING
where is my mind?
Romance"love yourself before anyone else" "Shes the only thing that makes this city interesting anymore." "Dude pick a lane and stay in it. This girl won't be around forever" "I wanna leave this city. As soon as in old enough." "You told me you'd be there...
