Greaser

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

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

September, 1967

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

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