Blog Four.

i like to drive through the crummy old neighborhood where i used to live, listening to the allnite jazzstation with my seatbelt off and the windows down so i can feel the crispness of the autumn sky pushing in, partly to rinse the interior of my car of the reek of beer vomit, and partially to pretend i feel some intimate connection with these brokendown warehouses and bustedup churches and sad decayed homes, speeding down the backstreets and hitting every red in town and not caring for once, because tonight, except for the corner of elizabeth and duke, where the copcar/s sleeping, tonight it/s all mine.