As the vibrations rumbled through my body and the wind whipped through my hair and found its way behind my aviators to dry my eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder… how the hell did I get here? Taking a corner at seventy-five miles an hour I used my legs to tighten my grip on the man old enough to be my father that was driving in front of me. He was far from a parental figure-- he reeked of bourbon and weed but his unmatched wit and humor always left me with a smile on my face. At least until he made a sexual remark that reminded me if his true intentions... How the hell did I get here? On the back of his motorcycle, with his gang behind I suddenly felt kind a prisoner, a caged animal with no escape. I settled lower into the seat to block the cold wind, Jenny’s voice was ringing in my head… please God, turn me into a bird so I can fly far, far away.
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