"scooby snacks'

the asphalt hums a familiar tune under worn tires, headlights blurring the edge of a forgotten town. it’s a late-night drive, windows down, the ghost of a laugh echoing from the back seat. these were for living in, for chasing something just out of reach, fueled by cheap coffee and a hunger for more.

a faint glow from a distant diner sign catches the fabric, a story written in every crease. remember the thrill, the reckless abandon of youth, the taste of freedom on your tongue.

filed under: sugar rush memories.