Gravel Road

scattered rocks crackling under a 76 chevy truck, cumbersom rusty and dented. scattered thoughts of a small child, he peers out the window a pair of headlights dance over shadows of trees and mudpuddles. a harbinger of anger coming closer and closer carried by steel and gravel how he hates the sound of it. dark hair and alcohol, violence and fear are all called father to him. you know he has an impediment they say just listen to those unsequential consonants and that dirty face. dope and booze are waiting futher down the road at the end on the left hand second hand side..