Ara HawkinsCity Through a WindshieldIt's a summer night. I'm driving, listening to Burning Down the House, smoking the beginning of my last cigarette. The smell of cow shit fades into wet manhole covers as I push myself into the city. I'm alone, no destination, jacked up on white crosses and two days without sleep. I'm burned by street lights, hotels, neon signs blinking...."Come fuck someone here." And I daydream about who I would. I stop for smokes at a gas station and grab a bottle of coconut Yoo-hoo. It's so good that I stop for another bottle an hour later. I watch people from my car. For two seconds, I think about picking up this guy in a black leather jacket but I would need to get to know him first and he wouldn't. So, fuck it. I pull my car over at some point and do it for myself. Maybe this is where it all started. I drive home. |