safe and warm

I've only driven a car maybe 2 dozen times in my life. Something about the idea of moving a ton of machinery that could potentially kill others along a paved road for my benefit doesn't appeal to me. But sometimes in my mind I see myself driving up the 101 freeway to the central coast. I'd still like to visit the idea of paradise as the standard. I would drive past the reach of the misty shore and welcome in the distinctive air to just say hello to the sunny people and their wonderland. Maybe I would grab a sprout sandwich and let my legs soak in the salty wind so I would be unable to stand up to leave. Why yes I would love to lay on a dirty mattress with people piled on top of me and challenge you to dip into the layers of bodies to try to find me. Kisses from the east coast.