NightmaresRule

Dirty Sneakers I’m watching the sunset. Thinking of our pipe dream days. Where we would walk down the broken-glass alleys. In black jeans and dirty sneakers, wearing t-shirts from god-knows-where, and our hair was just a little bit greasy. When we would never blend in to that cheap, council-estate life. No, we were too busy living our lives. The time when we would kick tin cans along the street, even if they still had last week’s beans in them. And shouting at those dogs. We would stand behind that fence, and yell at them. They always went crazy. They would bark as loud as we shouted, and jump against the fence, but t