A pouring rain CONQUERED tuesday's innocence with a vengeance! Driving, swerving, swearing, focusing... My car was having heart attack and forgot to tell me. The steering well jolted, the breaks squealed, the engine belt whistled with its dying torque.
Maybe the foot of water on the road had something to do with it... There's a shore line on 27th Ave and I forgot my trunks. Damn it Miami. A rotten taste exploded in my mouth as I noticed, where I had gone, to meet someone, was getting pounded by rain just like 27th Ave. Regen took control of my breathless car. Shall it take me with it as well? Abort!
Tom Waits followed me through the drowning roads. He kept the sanity alive as everything around me slowly slipped deeper into a towering sight of confusion. Why must other drivers tempt the devil in this pouring rain. God doesn't like Gays or Miami. Sounds right.
Home sweet Home. Not Alabama but this Home. In Miami.
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