She Digs 'Em Wild
A Coda to Desolation...
She digs ‘em wild. That’s why she picked me. Just a tan nobody-mutt, living in her own little deserted world, finally handed a hog like no other.
“Indian” they called her. Hey, me too Beautiful. We like the name Aurora better.
They gave her a number, “841.” Didn’t give me shit ‘til I met her.
They painted her military green. I painted myself black. Black leather all over. She gave me the shades though.
The pair of us brought each other to life. I’m not just talking ‘bout kicking her into gear and roaring away into the wide yonder. I’m talking L-I-F-n-E. Her engine pulses and beats with my blood as it flows through every vein. We growl with one another, howl with one another, and drive each other mad. Couldn’t get enough of it.
She really took me away from it all. No more bare pads scraping the ground, fur dusted by cold desert winds, wandering for a stray snake to devour. No more cave living, hermit-walks-alone bullshit. Everything I want I take now. We got life by the balls, and ain’t no one putting that dream down for a good long while.
Before we rode out onto that windswept world before us, I looked to my newfound steed, and told her just how I wanted everything to be.
“Just you, me, and that road. Wherever it goes, we ride. Just like all before us.”
When I turned her lose, we never looked back. Don’t plan on it any time soon.