1837 | loud equals escape maybe |

CAN YOU TURN IT DOWN FOR A SECOND she yells

[we the four horsemen ride] he

sighs he

honors the request he is wearing blue elvis shades

what dude?

man [now there's nothing you can do] i'm having a lot of post nasal drainage do you think that means i am getting better i've had this ear infection for weeks i am beginning to question my sanity

[on leather steeds they ride] umm maybe but umm like i did see something on CNN where they were saying that ppl thought they were getting better right before they died dude

SHUT UP MAN I'M SERIOUS I'M REALLY FREAKED OUT

he tries to clean the windshield but no blue juice squirts out. the dry wipers make bumpy sounds across the glass. metallica changes to fischerspooner. he

sighs. idk dude. he

turns left [hypermediocrity. you don't need to emerge from nothing. you don't need to tear away.] into the parking lot rush hour traffic in suburban shopping hell bedroom community hell.

he pulls into the line his thoughts are elsewhere his thoughts are nowhere.

hi go ahead with your order when you are ready.

umm a black taco. cheese quesadilla. two seven-layer burritos no sour cream no cheese xtra guac oh hold on what?

dad i want a small pepsi plz

and umm a small pepsi ma'am.

ten dollars and blahblahblah cents [you don't need to emerge from nothing you don't need to tear away.] plz pull forward to the second window.

he removes his foot from the break. black avia trail shoes. gray argyle socks. tony hawk shorts. the car rolls forward. the woman in the minivan the maroon minivan in front of them at the window is humongous.

fat hangs down beneath her biceps when she reaches out for her change. way down. the employee hands her giant light green sodas. a teeny tiny immigrant woman.

trick daddy comes on the stereo.

the fat woman's arm jiggles death in his direction. i need to run at least ten miles every day he says. i can never end up like that.

[i know them niggas gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me.]

they pull into the parking lot. the three of them eat. someone in a pampered chef van is eating at KFC.

miss kitten comes on the stereo.

late october. ohio. year of our lord 2009.