J.R., Adam, Kyle, and Winston would have breakfast at Hooters, then pile back into the Lexus for a nine-hour drive back to the shadowed, carpeted corners of the hometown they'd always known, to do their own things for a while and to sleep.
But first: It was Saturday night in Fort Lauderdale. Tonight, they would take all they could from the city streets before collapsing in a beachside motel room where the air was warm and full of salt. Tonight, they would drink.
You people are mean. The writer is clearly young and trying hard. Leave him alone.
You also forgot to mention this strange string of non-sense: "Now the buildings were more real, and the big, blue tower by the river, shaped like a butterfly, presented its rooftop cooling units and came up to meet him, then pulled on past, near as a train you'd run to catch."
Don't try quite so hard.
One of the most poorly written articles I have ever read. the writer seems extremely bitter and his writing skills are equal to that of a high schooler.
"The high-noon sun was a charm, and everybody stared into it, searching for a human form."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Let me guess, undergraduate english major interning for credit? Still, this wasn't a complete waste of time. Good effort, bro.
I liked "the silver can, the promise"
Stefan: You're a good writer, just tone down the language.
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