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MATURE CONTENT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE MADE UP AS ARE ALL EVENTS DEPICTED.

Street lights flying by in a rhythmic blur, the sound of the sedan barreling down the high way,
The blaring music shaking the walls as my mouth dribbles the beer down my chin.
Whiskey in every burp, the weed and pills on the tray.
The night scream opportunity for malcontents
My best friend Mickey in the back Seat snorting the last of the coke.I had just gotten the go ahead from my favorite girl. Hence the 95 in a 70
Mickey and I go way back, starting fights and finishing em just as quick, hell Mickey is probably the only one I'd ever stick up a liquor spot with.
Been my rock since my life fell apart. Guess it's all my fault though.
Never was one who was good at keeping my shit together.
Couldn't tell you how badly not having my family did me in on a daily basis. The pills keep coming though. Keeps me from wallowing in the sadness.
"I fucking love this song"
I crank the radio.
Mickeys hair bouncing in the rear view as the heavy bassline and brutal drums erupt Windows down,
I know it was wrong to steal from my...