Friday nights we smoke dope
drink Strawberry Hill
and I give Steve driving lessons
Every time we pass by her house
Steve stops there and sighs
Man
isn’t L is the most beautiful girl ever
Then he lays on the horn
and screams her name
It’s always way past midnight
lights go on inside
and we peel outta there
Steve finally passed his license road test
I wonder if she ever tired of our routine
Prompt: The Second January Writing Prompt Post for the Year of the Rat Writing Contest — 75 words exactly