Saturday, 23 February 2013

In his car

There are certain places I love to be. 

I have this friend and his car is one of those places. 

Always the driver, in my real world, 
sitting back in the passenger seat of his van
with my feet on the dash and the smooth sounds
of Rai Thistletwaite or John Mayer on the stereo,
I can watch the world fly by.
This brings me a special sort of happiness. 

These are the things I see when I am there. 

I love nothing better than road trippin' with him in the hippy hills. 

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