#54

I grew up riding beetles (yes plural because we had a few). I’ve always thought they were cool. I wish they didn’t sell the last one (the one that almost took my dad’s life away).

I wish they didn’t sell it: we’d drive it around town or to the high lands. We’d smoke some while we drive ever so slowly along un-busy roads. You’d point beautiful places and interesting people to me and I’d stick half of my body out of the window to take pictures of them. We’d drive from sunrise til sunset and we’d take cheap coffee breaks in between. And when we finally get tired, we’d head home, we’d sit by your door steps and have our last cigarettes - you’d drink your orange juice, I’d enjoy my Coke Zero.