Riding home with the princess....

[jack_babalon]

Riding home with the Princess in the last hour before dawn. Sweet music coming off the stereo. Cocktail tunes, and there is something about the Hawiian guitar that resonates with the American highway at night- the lonely promise that anything can and should happen. The road almost empty except us. Stray ghost angel headlights float by hanging in the fog, 16 wheelers roar by like armored whales navigated by methamphetamine and bluegrass, a stray highway patrol unit prowls along slowly a few lanes over, thirsty for a speeder the way a shark waits for blood in cold waters. I got the window rolled down because the blast of air keeps me from the nausea. Chain smoking the last of my Camels, spin dizzy and hungry, the demon Jack still swimming in my veins and pissing in my thoughts. I try to color in the memorys I got- broken crayons of mood and imagination straying outside the lines.
- Kiss #3. " I hate that your a man and that I totally wanna fuck you." Violent violet eyes sizing me up, and if she decided to throw down on me right here right now, I'm pretty sure I'd put up a good fight but lose none the less. Her girlfriend stands a few steps behind her shoulder watching us.
- The set. Since I started spinning clubs I've had one big problem. I don't dance as
much as I used to. I'm not sure why this is. But tonight the Anthony and Caz tag team
managed to hit some whim with me. Call it all the old stuff I used to love but never had the imagination or the nerve to try or maybe it's the fact that I just don't have to work tonight as previously thought and I could just unwind for a few. I bump and knock into a few regulars. I always dance with my eyes closed. Trying to dance "with" the music not "to" it.
- Staring up at the sky as the rain fell down on me. I stand in the loading area between the Mellow Mushroom trucks trying to grab a little air, take a little hit or two to settle the nerves, I think of all the cool things I should've, could've, would've said to some very wonderful and beautiful people. I'm my own worst enemey
Too late for sunset, too soon for dawn. I shrug to no one but myself and head back in.
I could keep going- The after party, Kiss #2, riding with the Scholar over here, the Fantasm trio, lots of laughs and tears probably no different than anybody elses night really- but the Princess is taking the curve around our street. The Princess likes to drive like she's in the movies. Fun and scary at the same time. Home now. Back to being me and 24 hours away I'll be getting up for the JOB.
** Thanks to everyone involved and not involved for a great night**

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