One for the road.

At 70mph, we sped under the overpass and all I could think of was your humorous little story. A secret story, as I like to call it. Some people get their kicks from bangin' a lot of chicks or smokin' big blunts.. you, nope. You are a different animal now. I vividly remember the stories of your out of control childhood where blood brothers, loyalty and Woodstock took precedent above all else. In the past, you'd say.

The past.. do you miss it?

Or are you satisfied standing on overpasses, letting the force of the semis below give you a simple, yet never duplicated high.