i was ripping through that field like a bird on fire. straight through my veins and into the tires of the car i was driving, at 90 miles an hour.
we were drunk. drunk and driving.
    
  we were drunk. drunk and driving.
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  i never knew the west coast was so apparent in the blood, but ya, i can see that in you too.