oscar

Everything started after a semester at school. Well… before that. It’s always before, isn’t it? But that semester set it off. I was wound up tight. Restless, without peace. I felt okay when I left that town, never in it. Too much baggage.
I went to Mexico to clear my head. To relax. I packed my car, stopped before leaving town to fill up. I hung up the pump with an air of finality, electricity in my blood. Bid that town fucking adieu.
Now just the road. I had enough pot for the first part of the trip, and my cousin had some waiting down in Texas. Perfection. I stopped to see him graduate highschool, and then he came with me. He’d grown up quick and tall.
Excitement! The road! Mexico! I left the tension, the restlessness, and I drove. Got high and drove. Tell me I was immature, reckless. I didn’t care. I don’t care.
Me. On the road.