the outsiders

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

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

September, 1967

will anda blindly follow me
when im goin nowhere?
will anda 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 anda guys!" we were definatley gonna be...