July 23, 2009
The night took on a sassy air. My car radio spewed out Mojo in the Morning Phone Scams, Mazzy Star, and Rammstein Du Hast lyrics, later followed by light, melodic voices belonging to someone or another on NPR. I can never pay attention to most of what is said on NPR while driving, usually getting sidetracked. Under the pitch black sky and trees tinted green and yellow by stoplights and streetlights, with Stu beside me munching White Castle burgers, I drove by an old friend's house who moved to Australia, saying little. Just happy they are happy now.