Engines remain calm in single file lines outside midnight toll booths where the enlightened and disenchanted meet. the bright lights reflect off arrows freshly painted directing where to make your exit. The bitter smile of the teller shows how welcome you really are, but neither of you are happy to be here.
Changing radio stations is like pulling teeth. The arguments are the most exciting part of this four hour drive. Passing through county lines, the medians are the only sights worth seeing. The fast food wrappers and cigarette butts make up stories of hopeless commitments and the lost art of addiction.