June 22, 2009
Cars painted candy red, yellow and black licorice reflecting the sun's glare, were huddled bumper to bumper under the overpass. My car still smelled like melting leather and new car scent, but was cooling nicely with the air conditioning cranked up. I flicked ash from my cigarette out the window as a bead of perspiration rand down my forehead and I watched one of the vents catch some of the ash and circulate it around the dashboard and onto some of the upholstery. The left lane was backed up from people entering the left-turn lane. "Be crazy waiting for that."