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“Ok, Joey, this is what Ты gotta do. Ты Переместить the gear into drive right? Because that’s what Ты gotta do; drive. And Ты lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but Ты shouldn’t do that… But if Ты do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and Ты see, Ты Переместить forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. Ты don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when Ты want to turn, Ты gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then Ты turn the wheel, and straighten it back out…...

i felt like Письмо a one-shot. i like them. maybe ill write more...

September, 1967

will Ты blindly follow me
when im goin nowhere?
will Ты keep your faith in me
when i dont have a prayer?

i stood on my front porch and waited. waited. waited for my Друзья Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Two-Bit Mathews, and Steve Randle. we were going to school together. i impatiently tapped my foot. if they didnt hurry up, we were gonna be late. the cool, light, September breeze kicked my long, golden brown hair around. i pushed it outta my face. i looked at my watch. "damn Ты guys!" we were definatley gonna be...