just driving around

when we drove

around in Breck's mother's

car,

a ford Fairlane,

i played the drums on the dashboard,

perry Herbert,

kept beat

in the back seat

snapping his fingers

and tapping

on the window

with his cigarette lighter,

while Jim Acs

whistled

using his bunker bottle

of beer as an instrument.

Breck controlled

the radio,

the sound and the station.

we all chipped in for gas

money,

as we cruised

the hood, always

circling back 

to McDonalds.

there might be

some chicks there at last.