<observation>
the rumble of a beat-up black pick-up truck, tailgate down.
skin head in a wife-beater t-shirt.
two jr-high age boys running out of the store.
the truck's door opening.
a beer can clattering to the ground, unnoticed.
“some-unitelligible-gruff-words-from-within-the-truck.”
“on the way. getting developed,”
the older boy answering,
“those pictures of all the women you want.”
the boys inside, door slammed.
truck rattling off.
silence returning.
my heart bleeding.
</observation>