my first trip to Los Angeles - age 10 ...
The blood red sun set, a claustrophobic unease. A choking rush of cold exhaust rolling over me as I roll down the window, trying in vain to keep the motion sickness at bay. Fighting the urge to sleep, defying a hostile dream weaver. I'm being driven mad by road vibrations. I unfasten my seat belt. Fuck. I can't take it anymore. I have a boner and I don't understand why. Disjointed thoughts. Despair. Little chocolate donuts. I imagine a bumper to bumper traffic jam engulfing a planet, a planet floating inside my head; hollow, devoid of stars. It hurts. Outside, the night sky becomes a ceiling of orange glowing overcast. It's strangely beautiful.
The blood red sun set, a claustrophobic unease. A choking rush of cold exhaust rolling over me as I roll down the window, trying in vain to keep the motion sickness at bay. Fighting the urge to sleep, defying a hostile dream weaver. I'm being driven mad by road vibrations. I unfasten my seat belt. Fuck. I can't take it anymore. I have a boner and I don't understand why. Disjointed thoughts. Despair. Little chocolate donuts. I imagine a bumper to bumper traffic jam engulfing a planet, a planet floating inside my head; hollow, devoid of stars. It hurts. Outside, the night sky becomes a ceiling of orange glowing overcast. It's strangely beautiful.