Let It Burn ?

I push the gear stick down to back the pickup out of the laundry mat, bad idea, it’s too big. Now the two people inside are looking at me like I am going to drive through it as I attempt to turn around shifting back and forth 78 times, I give them the wave to let them know I am not doing that, well so far I’m not, ok finally I turn right onto the road having sweat out my shirt I just washed, the rest in a garbage bag on the seat next to me. I turn the radio on and sing along to the end of She Don’t Use Jelly. I love driving through the canyon even though the music fades to static then to the oldies station just long enough to be hopeful. Driving  through the mountains and then sort of through a mountain as you go through the tunnel, you can glimpse the ocean way before you are close to it then boom…. bright blue ocean hits you in the face. It was so different from driving in Ohio and I fucking loved it. Today it looked like a weird fog, not anything I had seen in my whole four months here, whatever I turned the dial back up…… “the sailors say Brandy, you’re a fine girl”  I belted out.