On
a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha.
You can listen to the
engine moaning out its one lone song
You can think about woman, or
the girl you knew the night before,
But your thoughts will soon be
wandering, the way they always do.
When your riding sixteen hours
and theres nothing much to do
And you dont feel much like riding,
you just wish the trip was through.
Say, here I am, on the road
again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star
again.
There I go, turn the page.
This spoke to me in ways I didn't understand at the time. I was dating my best friend Kyle and we were happier than ever, but… that's just it "but…". I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Kyle, but it's just, I am 13 and I need exictement! I need… Cartman! I know that sounds fucked up, but, it's true. I think I am falling for Cartman! But you want the great part of the story. So let's go to the beginning:
I am 9 and in Kyle's room we were still just best buds and were working on a project about dinosauers. "Kenny, wanna go to the library and look for stuff on the T-Rex?" Kyle, my secert love at the time. "Naw, man. We could do it from the computer!" I said back to him.
"But we could use the excerise! Come on, Kenny! For me?"
FUCK! I can't stand it when he says "For me?". It fucking sucks the way it makes me feel! But then again, it could mean that he knows I like him? Oh, shit!
"Aw, man! Alright!" I said to him. So we went to the library and we stayed there for awhile. I mostly looked up porn on the internet. "Come on, Kenny! WE have to fucking get this over with!"
"Screw the 'WE' shit, alright man! I only did this project with you, because I fucking love you-SHIT!" I fucked up baaaaaaaaaaad.
The next thing I expected was a kick to the groin
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I got a kiss on the lips.