Quarter tank

You and I were hauling ass down some

Godforsaken stretch of highway.

I had a handful of steering wheel

and you had a handful of me.
We were fucking young and blessed.
Our heads pumped gasoline

Our arms were matchsticks

and my '75 Cadillac was the Goddamn striking pad.
We felt so good and why not?
We were the kind of kids that never took

the time to check the gas gauge until it

was too late and by

then it didn't really matter.


Raymond Strickland Jr.. Jan.-2003

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