drive_all_night raze an accident of timing wedged us behind a blue van i still dream about some nights, forcing us to follow all the people i hated most down a long stretch of highway. the woman who smeared her spit on my face and called me a retarded little jew boy sat on the back bench seat. we took turns making faces at each other through dirty panes of glass while springsteen wailed about fallen angles and calling strangers, laughing until an exit pulled us apart. fear will always be sewn up in whatever thoughts i have about her. but my mind's best movies paint her as an ally now. even monsters are good for a smile sometimes. 230530 what's it to you? who go blather from