I’m stalling so I don’t have to do my homework…..i’m so lazy and so bored.
“… GOING TO KILL COKE. YOU DO REALIZE IT’S TIME FOR THAT NOW, RIGHT?”
The car was entirely dark. Mary Lynn could hear the car climbing upward through the Earth’s crust.
“SORRY. I just, haven’t slept for like 27 hours. I’m gonna be angry all day. Better prepare for it. And if we fucking hit traffic.”
Light began to enter the car. Mary Lynn looked up through the sun roof and could see a pinpoint of light growing in size.
“I swear to God, if we fucking hit traffic.”
The car flooded with light and the movement stopped. They were in a forrest. The Miada was pointed down a gravel road. Merv turned the key, and the engine came to life. Puttering, pitiful life. The life only a Miada could produce. Barely functional under perfect conditions. Like a baby birthed at 34 weeks.
“Alright. I need to get into character since we’re going back to the city.”
Merv plugged his phone into the radio.
“Atlanta mix,” Merv told the dash.
“Playing, Atlanta mix”
The dashboard interface read “Searching…”
“THEY ASK ME WHAT I DO AND WHAT I DO IT FO’, AND HOW I COME UP WITH SHIT UP IN THE STUDIO. ALL I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY IS A BIG BOOTY HO, ALL I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY IS A BIG BOOTY HO.”
Merv put the clutch in first, and stepped on the gas. Read the rest of this entry »