A perfect summer day in the suburbs
Few clouds dotting the sky
The occasional gentle breeze
Walking back home with my friend Doug
Another successful drug deal compete
Back when hair fell to my shoulders
Dyed black like a wannabe rockstar
My pocket contents being weed, scale,
grinder, folding knife, and money just earned

We are now near my father’s home
A block away at the 4-way stop
As we cross we hear a loud sound
Engine roaring, tires screaming
A car flying, stop sign ignored
At last moment driver cranks wheel to side
Car just missing us
Force, weight hitting curb and tree
Throwing the car onto its side

Walking over...