and then suddenly i m standing at the side of the road cursing the motorists of america who really are not giving rides anymore but standing just where i can see the hind end of the yard tracks in case they make up a frisco bound freight train i ll see the bloody caboose tagged on cursing angry supposedly i d guess with something blackly handsome in like an allen lad this gun for hire murder then screech stops this 1955 mercury mont claire persimmon colored brand new paint simonized job with blond beautiful blond in strapless white bathing suit wearing little thin gold bracelet at sweet anklet i run jump in she yarn keeps yarning wants to know if i can drive yes i can drive and bloody well afraid to look at her the curl of her milk armpits the flesh of her cream legs the cream legs curls love milk wow did i love that not looking but giggling hearing she has been driving all the way from fort worth texas without sleep i say o how would you like some mexican benzedrine crazy she yells i whip out my benzedrine yanking out all my dirty underwear and unspeakable mexican raggedy junks and give her she takes two very much we stop at a coke station and she mumps out jumping the sweetest little perfect everything you know we swallow benes by the time we ve raced a hundred miles and hour and once may a hundred ten to santa ana and the guadalupe valley she s high i m high we re talkin and lovin talkin driving and sweating and i can smell her sweet sweat and my own too and we move on up to the san luis obispo bump and the impossibly beautiful california dry blue sky sundowns and she calls her daddy in san fran to cable her money she can pickup in salinas