I Bet Its Boy Racers

The car sped through the dark street, with its passengers within wearing their best clothes and all of there best shiny bling.

As the screeching sound hailed down upon the dark, it was suddenly interrupter loudly by a quick remark.

I bet that’s a boy racer, doing that again one of the voices said from the group of old men.

The sound of ambient and base emerged down the long dark road, as the old men grumbled and put down more of their heavy load.

With a load screeching and a below of sound, the car emerged as the old men put there bags on the ground and all of them frowned.

Bloody immature kids are totally insane one of the voices remarked as it began heavily to rain yet again.

They should all be locked up and banged away one did begin to bellow and say.

Before old granny maple and her friends emerged from the car in their best clothes andshiny bling, shouting at the old moaning men to hurry up and get in.

Nph Photographic & Written Works

2006

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