I've walked away from San Francisco. Past the sounds of cars out in the sands of California I met a rock, his name was Walburg Yugan a South African. On the road, we both agreed to take on a truck. See, if lucky we could even be treated to a snack, maybe a drink or two, beer or some sodas. A cop found it odd anyone would even accept, thank god he didn't mind us camping out in the desert. He was persistent though, watching us from a distance, never imagined someone with his line of work to have so much time on his hands.
Out eating some dinner at a local gas station Walburg Yugan, asked me something I hadn't put my mind on for a while.
"So what's your age, you a man? Quiet, young are ya?" the hamburger felt tasty before.
I tried dodging the question. "I thought u like well-done burger rather than medium, why did you switch?" I asked, however now I know why we haven't been successfully convincing truckers to give us a ride to the next town.
Walburg was the only one speaking with them whilst I had entertained myself with rocks and the police man eyes on me.
" Why are out here man? Did u want freedom? Like don't you got parents?" Walburg persisted I would respond to him like a kid. "You know what your doing is wrong brother, get back to school, get a life, u young buddy it's time to make things right."
"You sure talk a lot about what freedom meant after questioning it, I find u need a lesson, for who are u to the universe, i just hope you know that freedom! is measure by strength! and strength achieved through strength, like this gun in your face! "
"stop don't shoot." panicked he kneeled.
"You kneel to me SCARED!? yet did not when you met me or after you spoke to the truckers, hadn't you realize I gave you and opportunity because I cared about you!!?" I thought we were friends but the world ought to kill my father, this time everyone in this restaurant dies.
Surrounded yet by another round of weaklings sirens and blood Joel stood a chance against adversity and killed them.