Darkness invades as I set out for a journey, a journey to the City. Long, hard, and thick the pavement takes a beating from my lust for barreling down I-95. The weather is transcendent inducing visions of bars , people, culture and life holding a square dance within my mind. A squawker then brings them to a crashing halt with an abrupt "Thump, Thump,Thump!". Hail and rain pound against my car. The hail beats fiercely causing me to nearly abandoned my stern will resolve to inhale the City with cancerous intent. Nay, I have already traveled to far to allow my body to be transformed into salt, like the Sodomites looking back upon the city in ashes.
I drive hard and fast with reckless abandoned. I'm in a race against the sulfurous rain that seems to be gaining on me. Onwards I press, driving only by wit and distant headlights. Blinded by the rain I hear the frequencies of the City and smell the smog in the air, Its Manhattan. Manhattan, I have arrived at the springboard of modern society once again. I plead with the rain for peace, a moments reprieve. Always having the last word rain gives me the finger and stays for another hour. The night begins.
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