The drive from Sissy J's house to mine is very familiar to me as I pass on this route often. It is most frequently traveled between the hours of 12-2am on any given day in the summer. This is the bonfire-is-over-time-to-go-home drive. It's usually done in a sleepy droopy eyed possibly a littled buzzed state of mind.
Some time phone calls are made and deep voices and discussions bring me to my door.
Other times I tal- to Sissy J to recount the best parts of the night (Remember when he said that?!?)
Today's drive was sponsored by shuffle on my ipod and featured White Stripes, Bec-, Gwen Stefani, Dispatch and Eric Clapton. (No Radiohead, it will put you to sleep so fast, I've got experience here, believe me).
I speed down Sissy J's road riding the familiar turns.
After passing over the main road, one's brights can be turned on because it's very li-ely that another car won't be seen in 15 minutes.
More turns. The House with Horses. The House with a Pond.
The spot were the road bends and I always have deep random thoughts. Latest one of note: What if deers were attracted to headlights li-e mosquitoes to light bulbs?
The House that's -inda a farm. The House with two Saabs.
Stop quic-... that stop sign always creeps up on me.
More familiar bends. Stop at the light and turn down those high beams, there is traffic here.
Now, just 3 more minutes. The hardest part, close to home and so familiar that it is necessary to pinch oneself to avoid sleep.
My road! My driveway! The garage! Home again!
Food now must be consumed, ease is important here. Sandwiches wor- well.
And that is the road that I have just traveled. Bed is needed, quite quic-ly. Goodnight, that drive wore me out.
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