tales from an ordinary world

2001-03-26

Red lights, they're everywhere. One car in the first side street with its lights left on, the brake light bouncing all the way down to me as I turn the corner, putting a sinister twist on my walk home...in the next street, a makeshift flashing LED on the back of some old Toyota is an unwanted beacon.

I can't hear the music.
I can't think.
I can never, ever go home.