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of fast cars and freedom. Days of the past, that held nothing but hot girls and sweaty
nights in the back seat of a Dodge Challenger. The leather usually left you raw, but
it was worth it. The face of my beloved flashed before me, nothing but a lingering
memory, Candice Renee Edwards. Her brown hair shimmering in the sun’s rays,
that face with blue eyes melting me with each captivating stare. This was summer in
North Carolina, and God had made it so beautiful.
Suddenly I realized I wasn’t in the driver’s seat, but on a worn out bar stool.
I was in the same place I had frequented since the day she died, and she was never
coming back. Life happens to the best of us I suppose. The college brats continued
to wear my patience thin, as reality sunk in. My chair was still being used by party
animals. The life of the party was in between the chair and a twenty year old belly
dancer that was as they say, in his grill. Usually this type of entertainment was not
tolerated in Halley’s, but an exception was made for the extra Benjamins the pricks
had thrown her way. This type of disregard for the standards everyone else was
expected to follow also infuriated me. Why did the younger generation get to slide
by on experimentation and underdeveloped reasoning Why should their corruption
affect the morals of older generations Was it out of tolerance or submission
The boy in the middle of the action, I had learned, was named John “Weasel”
Fret. Weasel was his nickname. He leaned in real close to the girl and whispered
something in her ear. Whatever it was got her attention, as it made her laugh and
purr like a cat. I hated the male example that Mr. Weasel set, wanting nothing but
their nex t p iece of a ss. Th ey li ved li fe t o t he fulle st a nd t ried t o nev er look ba ck. Yet,
deep inside they were scared and had no idea where their lives were headed. In
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