They drove until there was nowhere left to drive, a turn off on the right and there it was, the closest most of them would ever get to paradise… a prickled disaster of closed in caves and grassy knolls where we danced. A downhill hike to an uphill battle. The treachery of tires and the fear that lights strike in the distance. Muddy puddled bongs and leftover coke bottles in a bin made of bark. A scavenger hunt hidden in mildew. a runaway letter.. a runaway girl, a masked trip of hallucinogens filling the misery of us all.
it was where we belonged.
