FADE IN we're cruising down mainstreet in a pretty decent car. it's pretty decent because our music suits it and we dont care anyways because it takes us where we want to go. the sky is a murky purple above but the firey yellow of the sunset still sits on the horizon like frothe. the storm chills noses and ears, and the scent lingers. people like buildings. some sturdy. some abandoned. old. lacking character and clients. they set the scene. and we bask in it. cruise. soak. smoke. and i've missed it since you dropped me off.