into the crowded streets.
“You’ll never forget Tooter, Hooter,
Scooter and Steve!”
With dumb names like that, clearly
nobody would forget them. Except for Steve. People will forget about Steve. I forgot about Steve. Was Steve his name? Ah who gives a shit about Steve.
We sped off, hooting and hollering,
I couldn’t help but get into the act. It was riveting, thrilling and I’ve still never felt so alive.
We came roaring around the bend, and
I knew exactly which warehouse door to pull into. Number 5. I can remember it like yesterday.
Why can’t I remember what I did yes-
terday. What did I have for lunch today?
Turkey XXXXX? No it was definitely turkey.
As I pulled through the door, crossing
the finish line, I heard faint yelling and
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