the joys of joyride

On my way to class when the Brus pick me up in B’s brand new white Honda Civic SIR. How could i resist?

But I have a class! I lamely argue.

Come on! they say.

What the hey, I think as I hop in.

We cruise down southern highways to the crisp blaring sound that was TLC’s No Scrubs. Windows down and mint colored fingertips on the roof holding up Marlboro golds against the wind. The passing countryside becomes a blur and I revel in the fleeting moment of freedom.

We literally take the fast lane as the speedometer picks up 120. It’s the car, B complains, it wants me to go faster!

Four girls, a pack of lights, one fast car. I’m back in college.