we never ran into mario and venecia

as we drove across several states

dark highway before us .. all night

I distinctly recall the fields of kansas

not long before we reached missouri

viola held my high times magazine

while I tooted another full eight ball

i'd now be good .. awake another day

something to be said about that cocaine

while it's in your system you can't sleep

flashback .. staying awake the last months

had taken it's sad, wicked toll on all of us

our minds .. bodies were beyond fatique

i'd still mine and venecia's plan on mind

she detested mario .. it plainly showed

viola having premeditated .. set me up

to be hit by her three drunken rednecks

had pissed venecia off more than me

I never put the incident out of my mind

stayed on guard .. watched her close

fast forward .. joplin, missouri

we met up at venecia's house

her husband and son live there

she'd been paying all of the bills

while artie grew lots of marijuana

earlier she'd related her love for him

was long gone since she'd caught him

in their bed stoned .. with another woman

it's what had caused her to lose her composure

she'd beaten the woman with a motorcycle chain

went to jail on an attempted murder charge

when she was set free she'd moved to colorado

trying to start a new beginning .. she'd rebounded

ran into crazy mario there .. made another mistake

related to me she was a prisoner until she and I met

which explains her uninhibited actions

that winter day she'd taken me for a drive

up those cold, lonely mountain highways

where elk, mule deer .. wild horses freely roamed

something mystical about that secluded box canyon

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