blasfemme

75 mile drive in the middle of the night. awake, alive, music blaring, eyes transfixed on the cement escape route.

driving to nowhere in particular gives me this feeling i can't quite explain. leaving my solid, steady environment to explore a part of something i wouldn't normally encounter. chasing silence to the end of the road, having one of those heart to hearts with myself.

i always drive slower on the way home. why is that? it isn't that i don't want to return, i think it's just that i want to reflect. moments passing at equal speed as i am coming and going. traveling back i allow my eyes to wander, to see things i may have missed in my previous haste. sometimes seeing them for what seems like the first time, yet feeling a powerful deja vu wash over me.
the mind struggles to connect, point A to B to Z. it doesn't really matter anyway, i can't get there from here....



heads up children: ike reilly tonite and tomorrow nite at the turf club in st.paul. i will be at both shows. ike is the man. live, he parties like a rockstar.