*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences
Written by johnwhays
January 28, 2012 at 10:23 am
Posted in Creative Writing
Tagged with poetry
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and what about that one where i took grandpa’s hot little silver sports car to the store only to come back out and find that some hooligans had stripped it for parts… but then julian came and drove off in it with me in the passenger side as if nothing happened until he lost control and it went flying away – while we stood on the road watching – and it came crashing down on the top of a house, bouncing off only to smash through the next door neighbor’s wooden porch, so we had to catch the light rail train (or was it a high-speed train?) that brought us through a scenic route around some body of water and high rolling hills that felt like some other country while julian was fretting about how he would catch the right train back to st louis park?
…oh yes, i think that was this morning at 3am, too.
elysa
January 28, 2012 at 1:37 pm
Exactly!
johnwhays
January 28, 2012 at 1:40 pm
how strange! haha 🙂
orbosphere
January 28, 2012 at 2:16 pm