After, when I have wiped the inside of my mouth out with all the napkins I can find in the dashboard of my car and counted how much I have earned, I like to look in the mirror and ask myself a question, as if I don’t already know where I am heading. I got the car from a guy named Ricky, who gave it to me after blasting out the serial number.
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So I start my car up, and listen to the tires screech as I swing into the street, heading to my boyfriend’s flat. I got the car from a guy named Ricky, who gave it to me after blasting out the serial number. He had a sketchy look about him, as if the cops would come take him again if they found out, but I needed a way to get home, and the pops of guns outside let me know I wouldn’t have much time to catch a bus. When I pull into the alley, the entire exhaust system falls onto the pavement, but it lasted two weeks, which is longer than I expected. Most of it will be gone within another week. The little boys like to salvage parts, and make pretend. Some of the big boys will salvage parts to sell to some sucker in the upper district, telling him that they’re from a vintage