Haulin'

Did she feel guilty?

Of course she did. She really wished there was a way she could isolate it. Really personalize it. But, she couldn't, so she just rode with it.

It was after those nights when the neighbor's kids would stay up late, yelling and running through the house, uncontrolled by their parents that she'd bust out her bike.

It was her form of payback - tearin' ass down the street, peddling as fast as she could, roman candles whistling through the early hours of the morning, leaving a smoking, crackling trail behind her. They never seemed to figure out it was her.

On some level she felt bad for what she was doing.

But it just felt so good.