”the party i never went to”


he slick black paint like papa's haiWheels worn out like papa's hands.Markings on the right Side of my chevy, like the ones on his armThe best part is when i ride in the front.I’m 9.Spending time with my dad i love it so much
The inside has four black seats with white stitching.The handle a skull with ruby eyes the wheel looked like chains.Kinda like the ones papa put on our dog in our yard
It's just me sometimes but sometimes my dads friends,When they come we play a game
I pull a sweater over my eyes.Papa tells me we're going to a party.To count the balloons pop and try to guess how many people are there.I hear the window roll down and POP!...1 POP!...2 it gets all the way to 8.Screams of women There scaredy cats i'm not even scared of the balloon when it pops.Papa finally lets me take my sweater off my head“Papa, you popped eight balloons and like twelve women”.He looks at me and i ask him“Why? Can't i go to the party and pop balloons”He said firmly with a smirk”cause befor you can join my party.Imma have to fire some clowns” The slick black paint like papa's hairWheels worn out like papa's hands.Markings on the right Side of my chevy, like the ones on his armThe best part is when i ride in the front.I’m 9.Spending time with my dad i love it so much

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