On a Deserted Freeway at Night...

...top down, lights in the car running dim. The beers dissipated through my body ages ago. The sea air so strong I can smell it, the feel of the sun trying to wake... but still dark. Still dark.

She broke up with me. Or, I broke up with her. Whatever, I'm pretty sure it was mutual. There wasn't anything there, just repetitious nonsense for a while now. I think I just passed Cocoa Beach, I could stay there for a few days. Surf. Sun. Beer, and a random girl or two.

"LA Woman" crackles on the radio. Faint, since the I may be just inside the station's range. I bring the car back up past 100 to get closer, faster. The feel of the wind is amazing, my hands grip the wheel harder. My wheel, my car, my soul. Miami bound now, no turning back. Gone, going.

As good old Joe goes through his acid-induced frenzy, I smile to myself. Rocketing down the freeway, I think to myself, "Life ain't bad." It isn't all that great, but it ain't bad.

And it ain't. Love this song. "LA Woman," The Doors.

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