The stars appear to be passing me by somewhere between here and there. I am laying low in the backseat looking out the back window trying to keep up with the Milky Way. Radio frequencies throw us out of bounds but the grooves in the road keep a constant rhythm hypnotizing my mood. The driver in the front seat is miles away from me until her window cracks and the flick of a Bic breaks my elusive trance. I join her for a cigarette but few words are spoken as she too has drifted away into the depths of our midnight highway.
June 4, 2000 (2:32 am)