Car ride my ass, it was a god damn
There was only one road back to L.A. US Interstate 15, just a flat-out high speed burn through Baker and Barstow and Berdoo, then on to the Hollywood Freeway straight into frantic oblivion: safety, obscurity, just another freak in the Freak Kingdom. We'd gone in search of the American Dream, it had been a lame fuck around a waste of time. There was no point in looking back, fuck no not today thank you kindly. My heart was filled with joy. I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger... a man on the move.. and just sick enough to be totally confident.