4.An Ode To The Nite Ratz Club
The gas inside the combustion engine took away all of the
mystery and adventure from the walk to your house in the dark,
so that we could stay out all night long and be king of all the
roads, and the woods, and the lake, or anything we chose,
because everything was ours. And we would spraypaint 'NRC' so
that everyone would know.
We would break into the factory. Our childhood autonomy had no
respect for authority, or property, or your buttface neighbors'
complaints. I still have all the keys to the forklifts that we
never got a chance to drive around or tear the building down
ourselves.
From the top of the water tower, we spilled our guts on one
another, and we compiled them together, and we all shared the
same heart. And we hated all construction, but we loved all
their machines, and they hated our destruction, and we picked
their locks apart. And we thought we were damn clever, because
they never kept us out, and we thought we'd live forever.
Until the night when it got way too serious, and you showed me
your damaged wrists, and you broke down and we embraced and
nothing at that time meant more to me. And if I had only known
that it would be the last time, we'd be on that level with one
another I would have never let you go.
I still walk those paths at night, but now just on my own. I
recite to myself every story in hopes that I will never let them
go. I'll hold on to every polaroid from France and Rome, and
remember the nights at the Alamo as if it were my second home.
And I know that we had no idea what we were doing, but an
artist's first work can be his greatest under a different set of
lenses. Our ideas of staying close together for all time; I wish
I still had that same state of mind.
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