We were on the Golden State Freeway by this point. Old Town had been left behind and LA was the goal. She was tired, falling asleep to the hum of ol Bess as we rumbled down the 5. And the sun had already set, leaving the ocean crowned in a deep orange hue.
We were leaving a lot behind...more than a vacation destination, or a swanky hotel with comfortable chairs, or tasty food. It was the mindset that ended the year: struggling optimisim, with shit in the way. No need for historical comparisons - this is new territory. Risks can be taken, but there's no rules on calculation. Am I thinking too much? I must be, because she's all sleep, and this sunset is guiding me home.
We were talking about the new year; the things that will happen and things we want to happen. It is clear we've reached the age where we call the shots. If we live for ourselves and not so that others are pleased, then we will be happy no matter what we are doing. And who wouldn't be happier as the ocean slowly takes the sun from us to Hawaii?
This is the last year of the decade? TCB, man. TCB.
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