Random writings, ramblings and revolt

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One night. I had a called it a night. I dreamed that I was on the road.
Driving a hot rod to the sounds of the sax, putting the pedal to the medal to the max.
I was headed to Coney...Coney Island here I come.
Driving at peace didn't appear as it seemed. As this was the beginning of the dream.
I reached my point but the place was packed
didn't have normal people. Just crackheads that were mad as rats.


I was questioned by the law who they asked me questions so roughly,
I decided to not answer ever so abruptly. Ditching the park I aimed for anew.
I heard a beep,looked at my meter and it was empty. Boy. Now i'm screwed.
Nowhere was the nearest gas station I called a taxi
one that was driven by a dame who named Maxie.
She filled the gas tank up to the point.
After her work was done she light herself and yours truly a joint(cigarette).
Noticing her bags I asked her if she was leaving town
she responded "You kiddin me? This place is upside down!"
Took that as a yes and offered her a ride.
I smiled so smug as I knew my chances of getting laid were right on the die.
We driven out into the night where it was not close to dusk.
The memory of Coney Island. Was nothing but ratted up muck.