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for a car that needs a push start, it sure comes alive after the initial coaxing. the window open, my cousin and i ride though the city. and by ride, i mean a bat screaming out of hell’s cave.
the wind rushes in through the open windows, the smell of the rain fills the lungs. i feel alive, but don’t trust the driver. yet, i don’t feel any fear.
maybe it’s the the alcohol, maybe the weed. or maybe, it’s as they say – when you live life right, you don’t fear death. in the end death takes all, and the secret is to really live until it does. you can cower in safety, but it’ll find you regardless.
live. live and let die. and tomorrow is another day.
