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I had a mouthful of donut coming out of Hunt's and coming down off acid
This matte black Monte Carlo stripped of its trim blowing smoke out its tailpipe like a basehead on payday pulled up and I heard
The Queen Is Dead the Smiths album I had to pretend to like when I was in a art major's dorm room trying to make out with her
The car was full of vatos singing a Spanglish version of
There is a Light That Never Goes Out
I nearly lost my shit started laughing then they all got out eyelids so low they had to lean their heads back to look at me.
I stopped laughing what's left of the acid lighting up my fear strobes
one of them started talking to me the others went in
I couldn't understand him not sure if he was speaking
Spanish or English both of us fucked up he wasn't speaking right and I wasn't hearing right
finally it sounded clear:
why you got a picture of yourself on your shirt
He had me there.
I looked down.
I said dude, that's not me that's Charles Manson