i can still hear them running chasing me through the corn field. bad dudes. with guns. and pissed off. why not rip them off? i had thought i am unfucking touchable and unafraid of death. but things change. a bad dude who we called squid kicked my door and unloaded a shot gun right where i had been sitting dead in the center of a signed willie nelson poster that hung behind my favorite chair. i can remeber the skreech of brakes and car doors slamming open, diving to the floor out of pure instinct, while willie took one in the neck. i can still hear them running throught the cornfield behind me... telling me they were going to blow my fucking brains out... there is no quiet way to run through corn that is 7 ft tall... but i was trying to run quiet and fast and faster. corn melting around me as 50 lbs of free pot and an apartment full of useless garbage receded into my past and i discovered a new will to live.
Reason for writing:
sometimes its exactly the right time to leave town.
Birth sign: Taurus
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