Packing all my suitcases. And by all, I mean my only one. Throwing things into the trunk of my car. I’ve put this off for far too long. The reality of my leaving feels like falling in repetition. Streaming down through nothing only to realize it and experience it again. I’m leaving nothing, going towards nothing, feeling everything. I want a good looking girl in that front seat with me. I’ve had a good couple women over the past few months. Those that leave my lips bruised and my head a mess. Those with a lot of leg, delicate curves, small, vigorous. Ready to fuck my world up. Put one of those in the front seat and we’ll go spinning across the continent like a loose bottle.