I'd like to put you on--I'd like to wear you out

This is the first Coca-Cola I've tasted in quite some time. Thursday will be the first Madison I've visited. The best road trips start in the night, with the sky black and the interior lights illuminating the car. Stealing your attention. The Shepherd's Dog on the stereo and 300 open sober miles.

See, here you're supposed to take the urine on your kitchen carpet (yes, carpeted kitchen floor) and find comfort in the fact that aside it someone's also busted a watermelon whole on it and seeded the room. You're supposed to be the only person with a spine. You're supposed to come home at 5am after just having closed the store, open a bottle of yellow tail for yourself to ignore the fifteen animals still awake.

It will be good to sit around a table with a shorn dog wearing wayfarers barking at me, and I, eating cinnamon rolls, blending in--in the comfort of three perfectly touched individuals who are loud and smart and unfettered.