o0o Afternoon Sunday August 30, 1998 o0o

It is sunny and warm today. I miss sitting alone in the back seat of a car on a rainy trip to some far off place. The only sound being the rain hitting the car and the windshield wipers beating back and forth, as conversation with the driver and the passenger in the front has stopped long ago. It's being alone in the company of friends and existing for a time in my own little universe where only my thoughts accompany me, the gray scenery breezing by.

I haven't taken a trip like that in a long time. Now I always seem to get shot gun and it is not the same and we tend to talk to much and it doesn't rain enough. Night driving on empty freeways is another thing I like; where there is no destination and the only point is to drive around. Or pilgrimages to places made sacred by youth and the fast food that accompanies those trips. I love the city at night; I love the world at night.

I need to take a trip to the ocean; I haven't visited the pacific ocean in nearly ten years and I don't count the sound. I should go to ocean shores or long beach before the summer is over.

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