Something Nobody Wants To Hear About

Nobody in the whole world cares about the Five Freeway. It's ugly. I adore it. I love every crumble of asphalt and shredded tire of it.

I got lost for two hours this morning and I was in Santa Monica, and then Vernon, Huntington, the Fashion District...and finally I bummed information off the Home Depot gal to take Soto to 7th and then I accidentally got onto the 60 or the 110 or something else, and had to double back through a very sketchy looking neighbourhood following a stupidly slow gas truck. The Five is all I want in life. My highest asperation; the high life.

When I found the five it was the beatific vision I swear and then I was singing "...sHE'S SEEN HER SHARE OF DEVILS IN THIS angeltown..." and even though driving the five is a blitzkreig, beset on every side, and how can you be sure somebody won't merge into your Honda? Or will you pop some motor-cyclist's left lung?

The Five is Tao. It is home, and San Diego, San Luis Obispo, and THANK GOD I've gotten away from that party. It is red tail-lights, and if you aren't doing eighty the person following you will either try to pass you and merge into your Honda, or rear-end you. Every way you lose. Your spoiler crunches to nil. Pray to God for mercy and for prolonged life.