miercuri, 24 decembrie 2008

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miercuri, 24 decembrie 2008
Just me and my ride...
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Just me and my ride… A good song by Metallica or Aerosmith, something oldschool anyway, and the road…Open road, vast lands of crops and a few trees here and there. A mountain at the far end of the road, with a great view over the valley and a motel with a snackbar.
Then a huge hamburger with extra sauce and a milkshake with french fries. Lots of Sprite. Maybe I’ll go wild and buy a coke. Screw the weight, screw the skin complexion, throw some Finetti and some Twix while you’re at it!
All alone.
Just me and my ride.
And a few cash in my pocket.
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Then it starts to rain and I stop at a gas station in some little town where everybody knows everybody. And I drink a super-sized coffee, even though I hate coffee. But I’ll like it then. And I’ll enjoy it so much. With a muffin and a pancake. Super thick pancake. With strawberries.
It still rains, so I stop at this small cafe&tea club and I sit at the cozy little table by the windows with red velvet curtains that are perfectly parted to the sides. And I watch the raindrops hit the windows… People with umbrellas walking down the cobblestoned street, where my ride waits patienly for me. It’s a Chevvie. An Impala. Black, shiny, oldschool, purrs like a tiger, screeches like a junk. Leather seats.
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And Enya is playing in the background…The waiter speaks perfect british….
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I need to get out of this city.
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