04 - The Streets of my Mind

So, this night I got blown off two times in a row.
And then I said: Fuck it.

So I loaded the iTouch with some music and PsychS3E1, took my car and... Set off.

First one hour of simply driving. In the rain. In the dark. Without a target.
It was bloody brilliant. Relaxing. Mind-freeing. Soothing.

Then I pulled over the nearest Burger King, got myself a menu, pulled to the nearest parking lot, and watched the Episode of Psych while eating in the car, with the rain falling on the roof and utter darkness around me. Like having a cool cinema all for yourself.

Then, again an hour of driving. This time with some targets. The places my first two girlfriends lived, when I dated them. The place my most fondly remembered affair lived, when I dated her. The places where I had my first dates. The place of my first working experience. My schools. Forgotten Bars and Pubs and Places I Met Friends At, back when.

And I thought. The car drove itself by pure instinct. My mind was full with memories. Good and bad. Slight and Intense. Simple Pictures and full-on memory-movies complete with sounds and smells. I let it all flow over me.

And then I headed home. Via the darkest and emptiest route I could think off. I opened the windows, blasted the music loudly and put the pedal to the metal, so to speak. I let the engine have some fun, too.


And now I'm here. Writing this all.
Telling you about it.

And feeling good.
With a much less troubled mind.