some nights I really miss my car

04Nov06

Not because I actually want to go anywhere. I just miss driving, alone, at night.

When you write it out like that it sounds melodramatic, but that’s not how it feels. There’s just something about empty roads and music and a tank of gas and knowing you could just keep going. Even though deeper down, you know you won’t. Not this time.

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