Post by strangeclouds on Mar 9, 2005 18:13:06 GMT -5
He sat there- in between the concrete walls of the two highways...the cars zoomed by, ruffling his hair. He clenched his jacket...would he do it?
"Look at that guy! What is he doing!?!" I half smiled, pointing out the window.
He smiled. "He likes the way the wind feels against his face."
Where would his face be when we were too far gone enough to see?
"Look at that guy! What is he doing!?!" I half smiled, pointing out the window.
He smiled. "He likes the way the wind feels against his face."
Where would his face be when we were too far gone enough to see?