To have something to do, they drove around the city after nightfall listening to music. Beastie Boys. Digable Planets. Some fuzzy mixed tape a DJ sold before leaving for St. Louis. They would end up at Denny’s smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee, talking William S. Burroughs and waiting for the guy to show with a sack. A waitress there wanted to be a model and Dylan screwed her in the back of a car in the parking lot one Tuesday dawn. She got stoned with him in the front seat after. She moved away, too. All the way to Seattle.
Artist: Groume
having grown up in Southern Oklahoma, Oklahoma City and Norman, OK I must say you’ve captured it perfectly.
Hoo-Ha!
Fabulous story!