every time i'm speeding at night through the reaches of the us valleys surrounded by predawn mist and silence broken only by quite music in the car i recall first trips to the us with my parents.
felix's friend kyle gave me a ride the other day in the early morning.
and i remembered it.
white dodge. my parents and me driving along some 15 years ago.
from washington to canada. from canada to new york. from new york to buffalo. from buffalo to the bay. and so on and so forth.
i recall listening to britney spears - i quess her first album - a cassette in a big black tape player.
corn fields all around.
insects flying towards the light or our headlights and smashing into windscreen.
an enormous map on my mum's lap.
and dad blowing a fuse over the absence of a needed exit to 66 west.
police officer stopping the car for us going too fast and me trying to talk him into letting us go.
us taking snatches in rest areas on high ways and washing car on gas stations trying to wipe all these insects out.
playing games and eating apple chips. with coke. and sandwiches: sandwich bread with sesame seeds and viola cheese spread.
passing nights in motels ang moving along in the early morning.
yeah, that was a hell of a childhood.