Non- Fiction
When I drive at night, listening to music I feel like a god. There's no rent, there's no bills, there's no blood tests, there's no job searching, no arguments, no crowds. I'm not stuck. Blasting my 90s alt rock, my drum and bass, my hard rock Beck songs, all my boomer rock I travel along the empty roads and become someone else, someone with history, someone with mystery. A man on a mission to chill, to think, to solve all the world's problems in his head in a few hours of driving the roads. When I drive at night, listening to music, I feel like a god. There's no rent, there's no bills, there's no blood tests, there's no job searching, no arguments, no crowds. I'm not stuck. Blasting my 90s alt rock, my drum and bass, my hard rock Beck songs, all my boomer rock I travel along the empty roads and become someone else, someone with history, someone with mystery. A man on a mission to chill, to think, to solve all the world's problems in his head in a few hours of driving the roads. I leave my problems as soon as I get in that car and the music starts. Usually I go solo, but occasionally with like-minded friends. When I go at night, I always make progress. I’m forging ahead on the road and in my head. I don't have a map but I do have direction. Usually I go to the place. This view I can’t forget. Sometimes I take close friends for deep talks. One time I passed through Irvine. The city is widely considered sterile and soulless yet I felt free. Prince was shredding the guitar in my car while I drove that dead city and brought some life. In general it's vast and dark and statistically for OC there are a few drunk and impaired drivers likely near me. I leave my problems as soon as I get in that car and the music starts. Usually I go solo, but occasionally with like-minded friends. When I go at night, I always make progress. I’m forging ahead on the road and in my head. I don't have a map but I do have direction. Usually, I go to the place. This view I can’t forget. Sometimes I take close friends for deep talks. One time I passed through Irvine. The city is widely considered sterile and soulless, yet I felt free. Prince was shredding the guitar in my car while I drove that dead city and brought some life. In general, it's vast and dark, and statistically, for OC, there are a few drunk and impaired drivers likely near me. There's just enough danger to make it a small risk, a slight thrill. I am the coolest person alive in those hours. I mean I know I am a dork, out of touch with most modern trends, but in that sliver of time I rule this world. Everything flows through my head, all my thoughts, feelings, fears, memories. It's almost a religious experience in a godless landscape. Driving at night is such an universal experience, there’s even a music genre dedicated to eliciting the feeling of driving at night. I listen and I propel forward. The place was this particular stretch of the oceanway; it was my place of silent reflection. Many decisions were pondered on that road.
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