“So what’s it really like, to be like…the ultimate nightmare?”
I said to him,

“Intense”

That was his only reply then.
And that was all I needed
He was all too calm about it though,
Almost proud.
I felt like I should have been scared,
But then I would not be writing this for you today.

He was the ultimate adrenaline junky.
Pushing it beyond the limit of sanity.
He didn’t care.

No, He certainly didn’t care.

He told me about how crude he was,
Armed with just a flathead and a crowbar
I could tell her got off on it,
Got high off it.
He was twisted though,
“Work.”
That’s really what he called it.

I knew he had taken it all
Handicapped, baby seat in the back,
Didn’t matter to him.
Because he was a hawk in his own right.
Living for himself,
Living.
However he wanted.

Oh yes, he was twisted
Because that guy would steal your ride,
Just to get across town.