it’s late. whatever.
i envision. i picture myself on the drive to vegas. alone in the largeness of buick leather comfort, stereo very loud, every window very open. singing and spilling music into the desert night, thrilled at the prospect of connecting with all these friends. descending into vegas, the lights. the lights. the sight of the lights, thrilling.
and i love to drive. how else would i get there but in the car? my car’s not the best car but i love my car, and it’s a car you can love to drive. dynaride, baby.
i’m very excited about driving there in the night, i’ll be there two weeks from now, and two weeks from a few hours ago, i’ll be driving through the desert night.