
He asked me if the kids still went up there and I said I didn't know.
So he told me the directions and I drove my girlfriend up as close as I could.
A new fence had been built so we had to walk the rest of the way.
This place wasn't a secret like grandpa made out let me tell you.
Plenty of people were here. Couples laying on the ground.
Couples holding hands. Couples sharing needles of heroin.
It was a junkie spot. I took my girlfriend to a junkie spot.
I tried to say sorry but she pointed out that the needles reflected the moonlight.
They looked like little fireflies in the overgrown and unkempt grass.
But we still got out of there and when I told grandpa he went on a racist rant about drug users.
@previous (B)
Just the usual about niggers ruining the neighbourhood and the muslims building their mosques near his house.