Ridin' Dirty

Earlier this evening I decided to dip into the darkness and go holler at a friend of mine. Since this fool lives on the other side of Dallas and the Black Bomber doesn't have a radio I turned the headphones up on the iPod and started out on my journey. I get to Mesquite, say my peace, show some love, and dip out. It's a beautiful evening so I hop on 80 west and as soon it merges with 30 the damn Dallas Sheriff's office has the interstate blocked searching cars. If you know me at all then you know that 1. Me and the coppers don't get along and 2. Vegas is always ridin' dirty. I don't have a driver's license. I am approaching red lights, cops are out with flashlights and dogs and I gotta think fast, cause there is no way in hell I am even gonna speak to a fucking cop much less stop. I see an exit. I hit it. It's St. Francis. Owned. The copper's are on the service road. I am coming up on the right hand turn to get on St. Francis and I start to panic cause I know I'm fucked. Luckily the desire within to avoid the cops and my head being on a swivel it hits me. I can hit this parking lot and back track to St. Francis. I hit it. Fuckin' success. I make my way to St. Francis and follow it around to Jim Miller. Jim Miller to Lakeland. At this point I'm screamin' cause I'm home free. I hook a right on Lakeland "What's up Owenwood United Methodist Church." That's where my folks were married. John West to Buckner. Left on Buckner. I start getting Nostalgic. I mean this was my stomping ground for numerous summers. Gaston Middle School, Hermosa, Buena Vista, Casa Linda, Chili's, Blockbuster. I hit the light at Garland Rd. Pass Dr's Hospital where my papaw passed away. Then pass Flagpole Hill. Left on Northwest Hwy to Northpark Mall and 75 North. Shit was awesome. Tonight was a great night for a drive. iPod was loud as shit, cruising the mean streets of Dallas. 

So, Fuck you coppers.. I'm Fucking Darkwing Duck and my head is perpetually swivelizing.. 

-veg