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The pines that line Alden Highway are stained blue today, four days after my brother's soft flesh folded into its last embrace. The two things torn from the speeding car; his skinny body and six gallons of…
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Well, I turn the car off, the song turns off, I gather all of my stuff, turn off my lights, inevitably drop something as I’m getting out of the car, shut the door, lock the car, fumble for my house key, walk up the stairs, unlock the front door, set my
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Whenever I hear Adam Sandler's song, “My Piece of Shit Car”, it brings back memories. Notice I don't say fond memories. It brings me back just like the really bad backwash regurgitation flavor…
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I feel invincible running stop signs on my bicycle, never wearing a helmet. Sometimes when I walk I think about my kneecaps and they start to feel like they’re hinging in the wrong direction and my legs seize up.
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watchin' the cat toy with the mouse/
as I felt for real what all those young boys/
wanted all those years
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"Farms line the road, the perfect plots of land lined up, a game of checkers."
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Sure, it was a hot day, but the driver was in the middle of a driving lesson!
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There was that time he decided to avoid the whole situation by getting off the bus early.
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Give us a second
wind, Christ or else
take it away,
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At sixteen and living six point four miles from a town of 1800 people, a car is the only means of independence.
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It's not a drive I make often, bubbling my way through those fermenting hot warrens with slow simmering eyes, or through the ripe, vanishing stands and bug-infested bill boards, upright, by a sliver, the few remaining insects clinging desperately to keep the…
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"I didn’t take my mother’s denial of my dream lightly. I wanted it desperately. I cried and pleaded, nagged and begged. On several occasions, I temperamentally got out of the car at a stop sign and walked. Once, my mother said that I was nagging her so mu
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The drip of rank meat, his muzzle, his back-barbed tongue: red.
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For a moment I wonder how I got so lucky to not get that Vera Bradley-carrying prude in the Odyssey nearby.
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Chromio citrio sticky-floored furio...
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