Start the car. The lights are about to turn amber.
Buy the ticket, take the ride.
Past the alley where thieves and pimps sell corporate brews and good men soak it up like vermin, blissful in their ignorance. Past the jackhammers who want their three and a half percent. Keep going. Towards that golden orb, the size of Zeus’s ass, that hovers over this crazy town.
Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink amber, and drive like a bastard towards that saintly light.