I like the drive, you know, the scenic route.

This country roads were, well they were part of the reason why I survived being a commuter.

Sure I crashed my friend Ian's apartment from time to time but still driving was in

escape.

Therapy for my mind.

Forty minutes on a two lane block top.

That's all it took for my parents' place in Mariana, Florida to classes in FSU.

An easy route that became a routine.

There's hardly anyone in East River Road, at daytime and damn sure not at night.

For most, I suppose the endless farmland and forests would get rather boring after a while.

Doll wants the rush of witnessing pastoral beauty, went away.

But for Adam, the isolation ignited introspection.

The chance for me to get lost and thought, follow our boy.

Lost admit this ocean of potholes and oak trees.

The highway was my haven, my real home away from home.

Best of all, East River was all mine.

Almost every passing house was abandoned.

The side roads, cobbled from dirt.

And at night, there was an assault in sight.

Besides Ian, I didn't have many friends.

You never mind a girlfriend.

Even attending a party school like Florida State in a college town like Tallahassee, Florida,

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