Their shimmering and glossy bodies shriek for attention.
The cars halt at the traffic lights and rev their engines at one another, a thunder rumbles out of the exhaust pipe.
The lights explode softly, leaving the scene twinkling with glass.
Sullen, tough-looking masks hang over the boy’s faces.
Bizarre hairdos, perfect for cruising around, sit atop the girls’ heads.
Like a super carnival, the freaks of the night are out, enjoying the night.
The cars circle through the deserted parking lot at the far end of Sycamore drive before disappearing in back into the