Memories

My mind thinks to awhile back to when I had last done something this stupid. In my younger years, I had this crew. You know how most kids think. We were young and dumb like the rest and didn't care about what most thought We were better looking and athletic, but the decisions we made didn't show that. I was the leader. I had everyone following behind my foot steps. One night, everyone was out to get something to eat. I had ordered up the whole place and was about to get some more when I had seen the most beautiful black car ever. Thoughts would cross my mind continuously, but I would let them go as I would talk to those around me. Looking back outside, it was still there and I would think to myself, what if this was mine? What if I was rolling down the street, pulling up to school in this? I got up, dismissed myself and went out to the back parking lot. I looked around me and saw no one. The door was unlocked. I opened it and hopped inside to see the best interior ever. I got down and hot wired it, called me friends, and told them where to meet me. Knowing them, they got in and we sped off. It had to be the dumbest decision I ever made and it brought the best of luck to me. Of course the owner of the vehicle came out to find their no longer car gone missing. Well... they reported it and the only thing I remembered was the blue and yellow flashing lights behind us. Being arrested that night changed my life for the better. Of course being locked up was pretty much horrible, but this is where I wrote my first song. The first piece of rhyme that popped in my head was now being played in the cars of others. After those couple of weeks that I was out, I remembered being surrounded by others and saying, "My name Is Bobby Scott and I have a problem."