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Born For Leavin

 Dingy, possibly once white carpet,covered with cigarette burns and stains, half full Mcdonalds and Pizza Hut cups litter the table tops and the kitchen counter make up the decor of this apartment I find myself sitting in.

A guy I know, not a friend per say, named Layne lies on the dirty carpet playing on his phone, Courtney, his girlfriend is on the couch playing music on her Ipod, listening to a song until she becomes bored with it and finds another.

We're all jonesing for more dope. Layne got a thousand dollar check today, but my connect hasn't called me back yet. He told me last night that he was hoping to be out of ice by today, so I warned everyone not to get their hopes up. Last I knew however he had a shit load of coke still.

I'm not sure if I slept at all last night or not. I laid out at a chick I know named Michelle's last night. As we lay together entwined, I felt a strange saddness because i could tell by the way she pressed closer and closer against me that she wants more than what I can give.

Her two kids, particularly her daughter like me and she was impressed by how good I was with them. Maybe that has something to do with the pangs of sorrow I felt this morning, because part of me wishes I could be that guy.

I know myself though and if I were to stay and settle down with Michelle and her kids, eventually my restless streak would get to me and I'd obsess about what ever may be on the other side of the hill until I couldnt stand it and I'd have to go find out.

Besides I know I'll never feel for Michelle what I feel for Riah and I refuse to settle for anyone that doesnt knock the wind out of me every time she breathes. That may be foolish and i may be chasing a fairy tale, but I dont care.

North Dakota's booming they say. I think I may head there, or maybe Texas. I cant stay here, the cops all know and hate me, and  since I dont plan on settling down anytime soon the only option I have is to split before they find a reason to lock my ass up.

Tonight I'll borrow Michelles truck and go loot a cache of scrap metal I know of and in the morning I'll take it to the crushers and make a little money for the road, and probably be on the road holding out my thumb by thursday.
Written by David_gessner
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