I need asphalt stickered with paint, peaches, intermittent breaks and intermittent brakes.
Fifty years prior and perhaps I'd know my heroes. Bennie in my veins and high hopes rolling off my tongue as we took what we could get. My skin warm as we walked the edges of the roads waiting for a passerby. Soaking the words of each driver so kind as to pick us up. Studying the roots of human nature, we would become connoisseurs of the human soul. The soundtrack would be crass and biting with melodies and rhythms scarcely recognized. Every stop would become my home and possess a man who would deserve all of my love. And as soon as the stars began to dim in that town...
We would be living for life. We would dig the music, the drugs, the men, the women, the road, and anything that would unsuspectingly cross our paths. We would become a generation worthy of a title. We would have carelessly loved unconditionally and been loved without remorse. We would die having first lived.