Adventure, Graffiti, Philosophy

Corrosively Imagining

By Coy Bo

It was 9 AM, and I was rocketing down the street on my wobbly truck at a hundred miles per hour.
I rocked white karate pants and an all black shirt.
I couldn’t stop sobbing that morning.
I turned into the street without looking, and almost got hit.
I was just off of my third consecutive sleepless night.

“What happened next?”

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