Listen to this song while you’re reading.

http://search.playlist.com/tracks/ship%20caught%20in%20the%20bay

RYAN, KENT, and BRYCE cut through the desert in an old gray convertible with the top down. Their lazy bodies are more detailed than shapes but not quite silhouettes against the sunset. RYAN sits silent in the back, staring into space, his long hair blowing in the wind, as the two in front maintain inconsequential exchanges drowned out by the strained and rusty atmosphere.

More tomorrow, I promise. I have to wake up early and go to the DMV tomorrow.

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