New prose by Don Cole.

Driving?

I use to drive 5 or 6 days a week and work all the holidays. I found 1 in 5 are good and the escapees from the family ratio is way too high. I listened on and on to that shit. Some of it was even mine. I slept in a tent in the summer never paying rent, saving for a trip. Janet and I where on the way to fuck in my tent at Eagle Cab the night they were raided. I came around the Front St. corner and kept right on going. The King Cab drivers did loops around the block and heckled Don in his handcuffs. As it turned out he was just warming up to running them into the ground. The next day I pulled into Midtown to drop off and the the little kids ran out and sang "Bad boys, bad boys, what ya gonna do?"