Higgs88
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« on: February 08, 2019, 05:53:11 PM » |
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Pressure. It builds. The purr of the truck, exhaust flagging out in streaks, tires over fresh asphalt give a tarry, heavy smell. I have to pee. Try not to think about the rain or rushing waterfalls around, just hold it. Campgrounds, people walk by smelling of smoke and whiskey. The bathroom is locked, heavy blue door teasing me I run into the bushes, let the hot stream fall onto guinea grass, some of it bouncing off and hitting my legs. Loud voices sitting around a chipped picnic table. a small radio playing Zeppelin, someone singing out of key. Dad starts up the truck, it turns over for 5 seconds then roars to life.
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