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36. STREET-LIFE [JUNE 2014]

Front Payment

I remember riding on bikes, as we skidded past the spikes…

Johnny… Phillip… Alex… September… I miss you all…

(Police Siren Plays In Background)

BANG! There was a story once told. It would reverse the mould…

I was lied to, fucking fried too! – I was spiked, I was broken like our bikes…

Same old story, they say! – I’m broken, reformed, destroyed by moving day…

He slammed us down, held us back, and threw us off the track…

Slack! BANG! – He was shot once, no… shot twice, I couldn’t be nice, it was done twice!

You can laugh at this story, but it happened… I swear to god, it happened…

 

(Ice cream van theme song) – (Police Siren in background gets louder)

Little Johnny never saw it coming, he was like hush, hit the ground running…

His wheels came off, he was gone… (2 minute pause)

Sad to say, but that’s true… it ended like that, and we’re through…

BANG! He was dead… what else is there to say? WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO SAY?

He was a bad boy, he messed with a cool toy… he ended up paddling, back to the margin…

He was pretty according to girls, but we all knew what going on, hit the ground running…

They got him, arrested him, no wait… they didn’t… that was me, they got me…

 

Fuck him, he was like I aren’t running for this shit! I knew it sounds harsh, but that’s what he was like…

Johnny got us into it all, it even kicked the ball. Yeah he loved sports, but that don’t stop us from hating him…

It was pretty grim, tire wrecked, he ended up in tight space, with an old shoe lace boxed up for memory…

You could easily say that I was bullshitting, but why would I lie about something like this?

September, a pretty girl I met last November, she was pretty sweet, and fine… but she never got my line…

She became nothing but selfish, interested in cars and sailor’s fish… she became a fast learner….

She stung like a bee, but that don’t hurt, am I right?! – I was pushed so much, but she never laid a finger on me…

 

BANG! BANG! – Shot dead… right next to a boat, an old boat that belonged to my granddad… - hooded in coats, I saw them, and there she floats… residents would walk past, spitting on the grass, and ignoring her just like an old bus pass… BANG! She was shot, BANG! She couldn’t get out of it… BANG! She would have lost it, BANG! She became domestic… Phillip was into her, and so was I… it just took me a little more time… she could’ve had my line… and now I’m doing time…

BANG! Phillip was dead too, just like Deja-vu, I didn’t see this one coming! – He was stabbed… it ended with his last words, “I miss you dad...” – Sad, he could’ve been sad… Too bad, that’s what they said, I couldn’t understand who was mad, and who I should’ve given the fad too, he could’ve been like our igloo, sounds stupid but it’s so true, he liked winter and so I did I. We all have reason, we all have words to keep us in season, but I miss him so god-damn much! – I miss him so much… and September, her beautiful eyes, “I finally remember…. Why we called you our little September…”

Alex was abused, man that’s screwed up, sounds like a chewed up story… it happened, it still happens… Alex was a screwball, some would say. He had to play basketball when it weren’t day, and of course that added onto his pressure, eh? – He ended up reporting himself to the police, and the person who abused him was misguided to grief… I never seen it coming, I saw it there… but now I know his gone, it seems to be a really, really, really bad dare… it was as if we were playing in the park, like young children would… and now we’re back to square one, but they left me at the other square…

I miss you all, you were the best…

- Written By: Jacob –

Another friend of Luke’s, this guy had it rough, cut him some slack…

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