The Drive
Monday, May 18th, 2009
Sloppy behind the wheel, too broad on the turns at the intersections, the caravan came wild toward its destination – a karaoke bar attached to a strip club. Artificial lights had taken over the city streets with a brown-orange hue muddying the crosswalks and building sides. Another intersection and the cars swung wide, the passenger-side tires coming up to the pavement and veering off. The windshield glass started beading light rain, an occasional heavy drop falling hard and streaming through the smaller ones. But they kept their windows down, their heads looking out and their arms reaching, waving drunk hellos to foot traffic on the sidewalks, waiting for lights to change or sitting under umbrellas and sipping café drinks.
l fell back in my seat and concentrated on following the taillights. I did my best to keep up, but sober, I wasn’t nearly as good a driver as them. (more…)
