And there’s the night after graduation, when I should’ve been cross-faded, at some party with my girl, who’d already caught a little escape velocity, and Mix should’ve been at his mother’s, for one of the last dinners they’d share; but actually we’d driven, on no notice, all the way up to Austin, to celebrate what we’d been told was a new chapter in our shit. We ran out of gas halfway. It was already after midnight. Some random nigga and a vato weren’t about to flag anyone down. So we slept in the bed of his brother’s pickup, drenched from the humidity, wondering if anyone in this whole shitty
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