lisa Soma One night Lisa took me to her car and had me get in the driver's seat. I told her that I was not supposed to drive her car because of insurance reasons and she laughed and tossed her long wavy black hair back in a dismissive way. I always liked the way she looked when she did this, but I never told her. After all, every girl thinks that other girls are pretty and I didn't want her to feel self conscious when I looked at her, just because I thought she was beautiful. Anyhow, Lisa said it was just going to be in the parking lot, and so I said OK and I got in her car. She plugged in her cassette adapter and turned up the music really loud to some rap I had never heard before. I didn't really like rap, but Lisa did. And then she told me to drive in circles and do donuts. I had never driven a car like that before. It's not the way you are supposed to drive cars. But we spun around and around, and Lisa goaded me to go faster and faster and everything was spinning and the music was loud and we were laughing and it was just her and me and I really wish that I could have stayed friends with Lisa, but she didn't want to stay friends with me. I think I was in love with her. I think she knew that. I think it's why she left. But I still have those deep marks on my heart like burnt rubber across cement proclaiming that we were here, we existed, it was real, and for a moment the world was just me and Lisa. 221205 what's it to you? who go blather from