I had me two girlfriends once. In different Darps but still close enough
to walk. I'd visit one Sunday after church, then I'd visit the other one
Sunday after supper. After I started working, just a Schekbenjel, but still
making some dough, I saved up. Bought me a motorbike. Thought I was
hot stuff cruisin' in and out of the Darps. I could go to a bunch of them
now since I wasn't just walkin'. The bike was small but I was real
fast. Kicking up dust like nobody's business. One Sunday, I'd blown
off both of my girlfriends because I wanted to ride around. Feel some
real power. So I drove way out to this Darp I'd never been to before.
Out in the middle of nowhere, but I could already tell they liked
to party. Pick–up trucks parked all over the yard. And the music was
pumpin' real loud. A bunch of boys and girls runnin' around. All these
smokje M'jalles. I mean real nice lookin'. So I slowed down to take
it all in. These tough lookin' bros were hollerin' and wavin' their beer
cans around. Yellin' for me to gun it. So I did. Tore it up to the end
of the road and whipped back into their driveway. Doin' ninety easy.
Then ripped some donuts into the gravel. All the girls were screamin'
and laughin'. So I burnt some more rubber. Laid it out real thick 'til
some dudes jumped out of a truck cab and started slappin' me
on the back sayin' bro, that's rad come drink with us. I was about to
take my helmet off and grab a cold one, but then I saw both
my girlfriends sittin' on a picnic table. Carryin' on like they was
best friends. Painted and pressed up against some ugly ass cowboys.