I was ready. I was prepared.
I waited anxiously as my level of enthusiasm increased dramatically. The living room lights dimmed as a beer was cracked open. I could hear someone girg'ling it down. A refreshed burp echoed the stillness of the room, bellowing louder than the crack of thunder. Still waiting I re-tied my shoes. I think only a blink later and a light beam shined in through the living room window. The blinds were closed. The horn honked so I grabbed my all-ready bag. I opened the door, the rusty creek staying with me as I stepped nearer in the direction of the black car. I couldn't see the driver, hidden behind tinted windows. It was cold, foggy, and barely 3 a.m. The car door was already opened for me, so I placed my left foot inside the vehicle. He handed me a stick of gum. I began to indulge in all my freedoms as we rolled backwards out of the driveway. Before I had the opportunity to fasten my seat belt, my stomach went weak. A scream came sprinting from the trunk, clearing my position only to return a moment later ricocheting off the windshield and dash. I assumed he was joking on the phone. Yet, all while fully aware of the man I had been in contact with. I knew him to never joke.
We went out that night. No one ever found the timid fright to be declared in rich spite. There was no proof.