10/15/2001 0 Comments
I can hear some noise outside, and looking through the open window I see one of those cars go past our corner on the main street, those cars that are low and black and sleek. He’s playing some loud music, and the bass is turned up so high that I can feel the vibrations as he goes past. I can’t understand why he plays that type of music at this time of the morning – perhaps he needs something to keep himself awake, and that was all he had in the car. I used to love driving around at times like this – I used to play dark, moody music and enjoy the feeling of being the only person in the world awake as I swept through the damp suburbs, the streets stretching and unfolding for me alone while the houses slept all around me. Nights like that I used to wish could go on forever
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