I ragazzi della 56ª strada

te see the huddled body in the corner.

“Johnny?” te whisper, before breaking out into a sprint.

A million thoughts raced through your mind as te ran into the alley.

“Not again, not again.” te think.

He would break for sure this time.

You crouched successivo to the huddled body.

“Johnny?” te ask, trying not to let the tears fall as te shake him gently.

No response at first, but he slowly turns his head toward you.

You gasp at the sight of him.

His was eye black, swollen shut. A giant gash was on his cheek.

“Johnny… ” te whisper, bringing a hand to his face.

“Hey…” He mutters.

“We...

“Ok, Joey, this is what te gotta do. te sposta the gear into drive right? Because that’s what te gotta do; drive. And te lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but te shouldn’t do that… But if te do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and te see, te sposta forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. te don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when te want to turn, te gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then te turn the wheel, and straighten it back out…...