By Leonard Pigg

Tailgate outside during the summer
Drinks in the parking lot
Air thick with the smell of weed
Someone is showing off
Loud sound system booming
Lights underneath the car
A huddle of people popping pills
Hoping nobody else notices
The street lights are a copper color
Shining down on the lot
Bets are made for money and more
Predictions are thrown around
At a certain point
They forget about the event
The party is outside