grab the weed i got a story to tell
a couple years ago, it was christmas night back in my home town wells
the snow fall, about an inch an hour
and on the road just our pickup truck, snow plows
after fulfilling our obligations
me and my man phil met up to start blazin’
around 8 sparked the back woods, on the back road, the wind chill blew the snow like satchmo
i asked “how was your christmas?”, he said “it sucked.”
i asked “why?”, he said,”man my sister’s f*cked
and if that sl*t died tonight it wouldn’t be enough”
i asked for an explanation he just took another puff
he handed it to me, i told him “mine wasn’t better.”
“i just got a couple corny-*ss sweaters
and my family embarr*ssed me because apparently getting arrested twice in a month is worthy of a parody.”
just then, turned onto bear’s den, saw a whip with a woman and a kid in it, in a ditch
volkswagen the color of cocaine
with the front end buried inside a snow bank
temperatures near zero man, it isn’t may
no reception out here to call triple a
it’s safe to say if phil and i hadn’t drove by, this lady and her son could’ve frozen and died
we put the woods in the ash tray
stopped the truck, put the gloves on, hopped out of the sh*t and walked that way
we asked if we could help, she said “oh, thank god, yes.” she looked blazed herself..
her son shivered in the p*ssenger, wearing a seat belt, he looked to be about 12
we said “no prob,” the son said “you’re our guardian angels,”
we laughed and moved the truck at an angle
we hooked the chains up and put her in drive
we had ’em out faster than a first pitch pop fly
it was all thank-yous, and huggin’
could’ve sworn i smelled rum on the breath of the woman
nonetheless, i gave her son a high-five, said bye hopped up in the truck and drove into the night
never told anybody about the good deed of the two dudes in hoodies
wish the story ended there
i awoke next morning with the sun
reflecting off the snow in the yard out front
i felt fine in my flannel sheets
the day after a snow storm tends to bring clarity
and a sh*t load of shovelin’
i was still living in the home that my mother’s in
i pulled the covers off, i felt quite alive as i reached to my phone that i had on silent
now this was years ago now, but i recall i saw 16 texts, 31 missed calls
i knew something was awry..
i ran downstairs,mom tears in her eyes
and a mouth agape staring at the tv
i said “what happened?”, i knew something was creepy
she just pointed at the screen
i walked down next to her to see
and i saw it
“two dead in a drunk driving crash in wells
a woman, 22, and a boy age 12
one survivor was in critical condition,”
it was the mother of the boy,they think she had been drinking
the scene on the screen looked grimy
a white jetta bisected by a pine tree
in the background a green jeep flipped
i put my hand to my mouth and said “jesus”…
as i recognized the sugar loaf sticker
on the back of the jeep that belonged to phil’s sister
the whole scene flashed blue and red lights
illuminating christmas night
my heart sunk like a plane with no wings because i understood the whole thing..
my heart sunk like a plane with no wings.. broken
i mean, what if we had left them in that ditch?
what if we never burn cruised and we were good kids?
what if phil was a bad dude like everybody thought
because he sold pot
and we never even stopped to help them?
what if i had questioned that mom?
what if phil’s sister and that boy weren’t gone?
what if that right that we did was a wrong?
and what if? and so on and on until the break of dawn..
just another christmas song