Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Pennsylvania Highway 83 - Dirty Dawn took my cherry.

The car is hurtling down highway 83 like a bat out of hell and we’re trapped inside. At least that’s the way I see it. Stokes, in the driver’s seat is grinning from ear to ear. Me, I’m hanging on to what my dad back in Hershey dubbed the “oh shit” handle and trying not to fucking throw up.

Stokes yells over the AC/DC, “You nervous? Don’t hurl on my interior. This bitch wasn’t free.

I swallow hard and realize in hindsight that riding home with a maniac dorm roommate I’ve only known for a semester might not have been a great idea. But then again, going to college in Nashville wasn’t such a bright one either.
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