the outsiders

“Ok, Joey, this is what you gotta do. You move the gear into drive right? Because that’s what you gotta do; drive. And you lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but you shouldn’t do that… But if you do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and you see, you move forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. You don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when you want to turn, you gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then you turn the wheel, and straighten it back out…...

i felt like writing a one-shot. i like them. maybe ill write more...

September, 1967

will you blindly follow me
when im goin nowhere?
will you keep your faith in me
when i dont have a prayer?

i stood on my front porch and waited. waited. waited for my friends Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Two-Bit Mathews, and Steve Randle. we were going to school together. i impatiently tapped my foot. if they didnt hurry up, we were gonna be late. the cool, light, September breeze kicked my long, golden brown hair around. i pushed it outta my face. i looked at my watch. "damn you guys!" we were definatley gonna be...