Night driving and memories
Posted Saturday, May 29, 2004 @ 12:17 AM
It is a strange thing to find yourself driving someplace, suddenly wishing there was a great deal more road between you and that nameless destination. Between you and that building, you and that city, you and that future, or (as was tonight's case), you and your passenger's car--a car left in a well-lit parking deck in one of the many indistinguishable malls around Birmingham.
We had finished Dangerous Lives of the Altar Boys and two roast beef sandwiches (one each), the last of the pineapple, and the pointed end of one large slice of pie (rescued in a great deal of aluminum foil from a party my parents attended). After diddling a bit on the piano, nothing was left but the quick drive back to his car--one that (as my mom noted when I snuck in the back door) quickly became a forty-five minute adventure through the back roads and highways of Birmingham.
We listened more to our own stories than to each other's--perhaps wishing that the people contained therein were next to us rather than the other person (perhaps a half-hearted wish, as we do enjoy each other's company). But still, our conversation spanned a few dollars of gas and too many stop-signs, the entirety of Nick Drake's "Pink Moon" and the pieces of our hearts that have been imprinted by people we loved (love). Years were summed up in seconds, friendships (relationships) in moments paralleled by recent movies. Correspondences--transcendent, memorable happenings that blur into warm cinematic interpretations of our own lives--were described in ways that will never do them justice.
Welcome to the past, bucko. You're swimming through the archive of rocket-fish.org. If this isn't where you were headed, I suggest you get out of here while there's still time.
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