a short writing today
take a few spins, & toss the ball in The Outfield.
just editing some of this on like a night game session. trying to piece things together sporadically, but somewhat connected if that makes sense. just writing with no inhibitions. the stars are out tonight, sitting in the garage with a gray/blue camp chair — listening to the 101 freeway zoom by. trying to be still, but with the sound of PHX’s nasty freeway. see around 1 to 2 accidents every day. some of them, very, very bad. seen a couple cars on fire before, one of them burnt to a crisp after the scene. people here drive like the only thing they want to do is drive fast, then there’s usually a slamming of the brakes. makes absolutely no sense to me. drive around 67 on the freeway, and everyone zooms by ohhhh, around 81 minimum. and then they wonder why, and then i wonder where the fuck are you going? it’s pathetic. just driving that lead foot louey, pumping out that carbon dioxide — whatever the f you call it.
ever heard the term Drive Safe?
but sounds like a circle of sin, metal, burnt tire & tar; especially at night. here those nasty motorcycles. cops said something like, as the night grows darker; it gets worse. sounds about right.
so where does the ball land? left? right? center?
