7.16.2007

On the Road

Pacific Coast Highway, San Francisco, CA



Driving fast at sundown, past lights and brush with the windows rolled down. I don't feel the dry swelter of summer -- the air is cool and clear. Sometimes I get so high I feel almost drunk.

It's nights like these where I want to drive to that lonely hillside on the edge of town, climb over the wire fence, go up the steepest incline and scream and dance just because I'm so damn happy and all is right with the world.


On nights like these you wouldn't recognize me because I'm not myself.

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