Almost There

Almost out of gas.

‘Fuck. I should have stopped’

I was almost there though,I figured I could make it.

I knew I should’ve stopped and refilled…

Today I ran out

of, fucks, to give that is.

I almost did the right thing.

Would’ve been way too obvious though so, I did the wrong thing.

I almost succeeded until I failed.

I’m appreciative of all learning experiences the only problem is, it’s almost like I don’t learn

I’m just experiencing.

Inspired by Daily Post Prompt – Almost

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11PM

SO many miles between here and there. Hella vibes from a Spotify playlist that was gliding in melody with my wipers and steady rain. A perfect rain really, one where you can cruise with the window slightly cracked and not get a drop on you. I could hear the sound of tires cutting through the fresh, untouched raindrops on both sides of the street. Then the traffic lights started flashing.

Must be 11:00PM. As I turned right at the light, my eyes passed over the empty passenger seat. I passed a few gas stations, it must have been their glistening lights calling because for some reason I stopped at the next one. I pulled up at pump 4 and saw my cousin on pump 7. Cuz stays in the streets, so figured I may as well get some GAS with my gas. The situation was so random, I had to put it on my Snapchat with the local Geotag like “Yo! Look who I ran into.”

We chopped it up a bit, he always has the craziest stories about his night before, when I noticed people replying to my Snap video. We grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same high school, so our circles interlock at some points. At least three mutual homies were telling me to tell him to answer their texts. I guess they weren’t so fortune to catch him at the Shell station and were still waiting on their gas bags. I thought I got them all but underneath, the first message after I posted my cousin, was a message from someone I knew he didn’t know. “You headed home or still out tonight?”

I put what my cousin gave me in my arm rest and went into the store for some Swishers. The Arab dudes that run the store are hella cool but they play too much sometimes. There’s always some old-head trying to bear hug as many Miller Lights as possible and run to the counter to check out before you, only to be paying in quarters. Bitch. The cashier picked tonight to give him shit about it of course, so this only furthers the time it takes for me to get out of the store. There’s this other dude that hangs far enough off the property to not be soliciting but close enough to yell “Aye nephew, you got a quarter?”

Truth be told, I don’t even like being out and about after 10:59 anymore. I’d prefer to be off the streets by then. But when you’ve nowhere to go, a house that’s not really a home, you roam.

Upon Arrival pt. 1

It’s about a 4 hour drive from here to there. Check in is at 3PM, so if we leave now we’ll get there with time to spare. Maybe we can grab a bite to fill in the time?

Bet.

Yep and you already know we got plenty of that. State troopers like to lurk between 127 & the state line, so it’s now or later.

Cool.

The rest goes in the trunk. Let me get the aux cord. You heard this? It’s fire.

Right!

I told you it was fire. Let’s stop at the gas station and fill it back up. Then, we can stop at that place you were talking about on Yelp.

Amazing.

It was! Good choice. You can light that back up now too since we’re out of the boondocks. Do you mind taking over the aux cord?

Here.

Oh, this is dope. It’s so private. I’m not sure if a hotel will cut it anymore. Did you see this though?

Look.

I’ll probably spend my whole night in here. Wait, you’ve got to warm in up a bit first. It says after about 30 minutes…

Wow.