the outsiders

“Ok, Joey, this is what آپ gotta do. آپ اقدام the gear into drive right? Because that’s what آپ gotta do; drive. And آپ lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but آپ shouldn’t do that… But if آپ do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and آپ see, آپ اقدام forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. آپ don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when آپ want to turn, آپ gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then آپ 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 آپ blindly follow me
when im goin nowhere?
will آپ keep your faith in me
when i dont have a prayer?

i stood on my front porch and waited. waited. waited for my دوستوں 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 آپ guys!" we were definatley gonna be...