Page 59 of Crank (Crank 1)

Fair-skinned,

golden-haired,

I stood out like a moped

at a Harley rally.

I Thought I Knew the Way Home

but it all looked different,

covered in night,

and the buzzing

in my brain

put this sparkling

in my eyes.

It wasn’t like psychedelic,

more like my eyes

were speeding too,

and didn’t know

just where to focus

except on

points

of

light

in

the

dark.

Whatever,

I was

completely

disoriented.

And as I tried

to figure out

which way to go,