Just for a dime sack

The sky was starved of particulate dust
And the rain was painting shapes with puddles on the last of the pavement
Just around the cusp of a muddled dusk
we waited
Collecting anxious oxygen in our lungs and expelling it in anticipation
The fog of early fall rented this space for its own
And there we were trespassing through vapor trails on a one lane gravel road
He was supposed to be here by now
Which at the time by our teenage standards meant over an hour ago
There were no cell phones, there was no turning back
Who knows how long we would be strung along by time
And some guy that lives with his mom who was waiting on a ride
Just to sell us a dime sack
We already had our last joint gone way before this point
And the buzz was fuzzy at best
Those were the wasted days of the national road Kroger parking lot whipits
And tripping over forgotten snippets of time when the geltabs reached their cliff
The neon green Triadelphia gravestone that almost sent you home hiding under the sheets
In a primer gray 78' Catalina, just parading through the 3 a.m. Wheeling streets
As they died and melted away in a creep that puts the fear of death in the already deceased
We traveled roads that led our souls to memories now
I only wish back then that I had known the way out
Was actually to stay in
And make the most of every moment
But at that moment all we cared about was getting super loaded
And so there we had set in
still waiting on headlights as the darkness began to sink
Making jokes about each other's sexuality cuz that's just what you did
Just pissing away minutes lit in cherry taillight glow
Wearing something flannel I'm sure and rubbed filthy with cigarette smoke
The will of the young stoner is a force to be had
We had time to kill
and a killer excuse for dad
Just in case of course but the case was a course that set fate on a mission to invade
And while we said we would wait just a little bit later
It paid off when we saw square headlights headed our way through the fade of a way past day
Excitement was candy flipped with a dose of relief
Until the feeling of oh fuck set in
When the headlights turned off
And the spotlight came on
And the sheriff exited the vehicle responding to a call of some teenagers smoking pot
And questioning our motive for frequenting that spot
The rest is history in the making
We had no reason to resist
Nothing yet to be caught with
Just our dignity ruffled and left to lay on the same road that the sheriff had taken