tuesday

It is such an amazing night out; not too hot and stuffy like it has been. It's that surreal place before it storms when the sky is dirty blue, almost periwinkle with faded black clouds creeping around and the wind only touches the tops of the trees. I took the car out for a drive for lack of anything better to do. Nights like this were made for tramping around town in old muscle cars with the windows down and the best mixed tape you ever made playing. I drove along the back roads, through the old neighborhoods with tiny brick houses that have seen this place grow from the small banking town it once was into the urban hell it's become. Through the neighborhoods there's no stop lights to break the spell. And no playa's hanging out their SUV's to mac on me. The little boys in Hot Wheel Honda's rarely do this. They know I could kick their ass if I wanted to.