Crashed

We hit the community pool.

Jake jumps in with his clothes on.

I sneak up behind Gwen and tackle her into the water.

The residents there to legitimately swim,

yell at us,

but we're too fucked.

Simmy flips off an overweight elderly woman.

She gives us the "shame shame" from the hot tub.

We boogie out of there.

The cops show up.

Turning up the radio,

we make our get away

downing the rest daddy's precious Scotch.

We stop at 711.

I'm enthralled by the rolling hot dogs.

Jake takes one out with his hand,

and slips it in the fly of his jeans.

He walks around casually,

hoping to get a reaction.

Sheri, flirts with the cashier,

while the others shove Flamin' Hot Cheetos down their pants.

I grab an Orange Shasta, 

chug it,

and crumple up the can.

The cashier pounds on his glass prison,

pointing a finger at me,

but I ignore him, 

and open a Hostess Apple Pie.

The boys loot a pair of Colt 45's,

but the cashier doesn't fuck around.

Sheri flashes him,

giving us enough time to slip out.

I grab an US Weekly as I dash out the door,

and rip it in half.

We make our get away,

to the sound of gun shots,

and broken glass.

Simmy chucks one of the 45's out the window,

middle finger in the air.

The others pull him back inside the car,

and give him shit for wasting the hooch.

Gwen pretends to go down on Jake,

only to come up for air with a hot dog in her mouth.

She breaks it in half and throws it to me.

Gavvy, tries to pull me closer, 

but I punch him in the nuts

and roll my window down..

The sky is all aglow,

and for the first time,

since I was thirteen,

I feel alive.