I'm in the back of a car.
75 Nova or similar.
We're moving.
Joints keep coming.
The Budweiser between my legs has a conical top.
Journey's "Send her My Love" blares full and clear and loud from the speakers in the deck behind us.
I swim in the song, my head nodding forward.
Night. Midnight or later.
We're on a country road moving fast.
I nod and rock with the movement of the car, jostling against the girl next to me.
Joints keep coming.
They're smaller.
I take a sloppy pull from the beer and fumble for cigarettes.
I get one good one from the crushed pack and throw the rest in the floorboard.
My jeans are tight.
Ash in my beer and forget.
Another pull from the beer.
I put my hand on the girl's knee.
Her jeans are acid-washed.
She moves my hand off her knee and on to mine.
I try to look to my right to see her, but she's a blur of white billowy cotton, tanned skin, gold earrings and brown curls.
I can smell her a bit through the smoke and beer.
She smells good.

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