Two hours later, I was dancing up a storm…intoxicated by a rush of meeting a new guy and a little intoxicated by the rum and cokes that I had imbibed throughout the party. Others had elected other harsher options, Ecstasy being the drug of choice in those days, but since I didn’t know the party throwers too well, I didn’t partake.
It was creeping on 3am and my new guy and I were cozying up on the couch. He kissed me and I remember thinking how his lips weren’t as soft as I imagined them to be. Our kiss was broken when someone yelled, “We’re out of beans.” to be met by groans by other attendees. My guy grabbed his keys and simply said, “I’ll go.” He grabbed my hand and just looked at me and said, “well, Caligirl…time to introduce you to North Philadelphia.”
It took no more than 20 minutes, it was three in the morning on a weeknight after all, and while the ride there was full of flirtation and laughs, pulling into North Philly, you can hear a pin drop between us. What I saw looked like a ghost town, just home after home seemingly with no life inside. I asked if we were in the right spot and was met with a big “SHHHH”. He unrolled his window, stuck his hand out with some cash and out of nowhere, a bike whizzed by grabbed the money and threw something in the car.
As my guy went to speed away, I glanced behind us to look for the bike. I saw him for only a few seconds. He couldn’t have been older than 13/14 years old and he looked right back at us, for only a second…and rushed off into darkness again. We turned a corner and I saw another car creeping by, the same window rolled down…and another boy on a bike go by. I watched innocence lost and futures crashing. The guy I was with noticed I was off…he said, “weird night huh…usually they’re younger.”
I never saw that guy again but I still wonder what happened to those boys on their bikes.
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