Windows of homes and office complexes left streaks of yellow in her peripheral vision as I sped past. Headlights glared and flickered from the opposite lane of the road, drivers warning me to stay on my side, to stop veering the pick-up, to stay awake, to stop at red lights.
I ignored them.
They did not understand that there were no signs on the freeway to help me as they helped them, no Ramp Exit sign navigating me with the words EXIT 3A: ANSWERS, 1/2 MILE. They did not understand that I talked to myself while I drove in order to set things straight just as much as to stay awake. They did not understand that the traffic lights were red with rage and not with warning. Brakes don't work along the road to Hell.
Soon I reached at the complex and pulled my car in the parking lot . I parked
