I scoop him in my beat up junker,
crack open an energy drink that is bound to kill me,
& ask him which direction to head.
My car tires roll over train tracks
&
gravel more often then paved places;
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9 out of 10x I to scuff up my cowboy boots on rusted out barbed wire; While watching him make the sketch climb look effortless as he gracefully hops over razor-edged fences,
while I count rips like sheep
in my favorite pair of Levis.
[nameless]
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