the highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last-chance power drive

just had my last drive through Latrobe, probably my last drive anywhere for a long time (GOD I AM GOING TO MISS MY CAR. Rain [that's his name] is one of my favorite things in the world, but all he would do in Boston is accumulate massive parking fees for me). I've developed this pastime of getting lost on purpose and seeing where I end up; today I found myself driving through cornfields out near Eric's. and since it's pretty nice out it was pretty fucking beautiful for Latrobe, PA.

I was pretty lost for a while, but when I finally came out onto a road I knew, "New York, New York" by Ryan Adams blasting, sun shining...made me happy to be alive.