Photo Credit: Anurag Bakhsh
With nothing but a fast car and a case of cold beer between us, no one objected when Li’l Juvie asked to tag along- after all he had a couple of bucks for gas.
The road flowed like a ribbon on a present just waiting to be opened as we left the burbs behind and headed for the coast. We knew a guy, who knew a guy. It was like money in the bank.
The guy took a special interest in Juvie. Seems he had a taste for fresh young boys- whom he would reward handsomely for indulging him.
“Lucky bastard.” We said under our breath, as the Lamborghini that whisked Juvie off to a life each of us could only wish had been ours, thundered out onto the strip.
Fast forward fifteen years.
A scruffy looking guy boarded the bus and immediately caught my eye. He walked up to me, and smiled, bearing the few teeth he still had.
He asked me my name.
I opened my mouth to answer, but no sound would come. He was Juvie.
I knew.
He knew, I knew.
But neither of us said a word-
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Thru Violet's Lentz 
Be careful what you wish for.
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Exactly. Thanks for stopping by James.
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Oh my!
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You can’t make this kind of stuff up. Thanks for dropping by paeans.
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Indeed! You are welcome.
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Hard hitting stuff. Well done.
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Thank you Iain for dropping in and commenting.
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Ah, the perils of street life.
The Juvies of this world often have it rough.
Well crafted.
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Thanks CE
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Brutal! Nicely done.
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Sometimes things seem ominous at the moment and brutal in hindsight
I’m thinking this was one of those. Thanks for stopping in Kim.
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…The road flowed like a ribbon on a present just waiting to be opened as we left …loved this line. Your story has left me speechless. Do i need to say anything more, Violet!
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I’m glad you caught that line, I wanted to show the feeling of promise as they left for places unknown. Thanks for stopping in Neel.
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Aww, that was brutal, and could so very well be true, unfortunately.
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This is an autobiographical piece. It is true. Thanks so much for use of the photo, and the comment here..
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I loved your analogy of “road flowed like a ribbon —“. The story has a dark side, you deal with it so casually. A pedophile, if Juvie is really underage, taking off in his Lamborghini and others are awed and jealous. Sixteen years later, fun loving Juvie who preferred fast life, has turned into an ugly old man whom his friends don’t want to acknowledge. A nice dark story.
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It wasn’t so much not acknowledging him, as it was shame. We watched as the guy drove off with him and knew full well what he wanted him for.. But the money and the drugs made it all look so glamorous at the time we were wickedly envious..
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An unwelcome encounter which will no doubt reignite dark memories of the past. Excellent Violet.
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We were so envious. We thought he was the chosen one, and to see him years later like that- took the polish off the old brass ring we thought he had been handed.
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They say that the grass is greener, but for this lad it certainly was not. A fine story with a strong message
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Thank you Michael. A lesson hard learned..
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