Drivers seat. **** stereo. Karl has the aux Windows down.
You’re used to it
This scene is yours.

It’s all snap backs and ear gauges
All ripped jeans and graphic T’s
All Reggie **** and stolen liquor.

No one here wants to be innocent.
Rebel against anything.
Cover your scars.
I got punched on Brewery Ave.
Sammie said I did good.

I was not well.
I was not on the straight and narrow.
I was bent.
I was getting high in Whetstone.
I was drinking moonshine.
I was throwing up
I was being thrown against the wall
I was burning holes in Jeremiah’s carpet
I was watching him take the blame.
       We never spoke about it.