| old days | new days | new hangout | a word from our sponsor |
| wreckless endangerment / 2002-06-29 - 4:02 a.m. |
| Speeding down the freeway at three in the morning, 110mph through the mountain pass. Criminal, but there's no cop to see me. My heart racing with the engine, my air whirling around my head on the cool night air. Looking possessed of its own will. A moment to feel free, alive, with out the restrictions set on me by my peers and collegues. I know to savor this right now because I don't know when the next time will be. The first cigarette of my third pack hangs from my mouth. The mouth that should be talking about things, getting them open and settled. Getting on with things. Life's too short to dwell and contemplate for long. It moves on without me and I'm left sitting here typing a pretentious diary entry when I should be out living. Just smile at me and say it will all work out. |