When I’m 64

Financially speaking, I'll live pretty comfortably without working, once my mother has passed. Not lavishly, but comfortably, seeing as she is my primary reason to stay in New York, when she leaves the planet, I can leave New York. Comfortable turns into slightly lavish outside the confines of the five boroughs. I've dreamed of leaving …

Drive, she said.

On straddling the rip in the time/space continuum. Drinking, driving, smoking, and speeding. Some nights are just made for that, no matter how fast you've driven, how long, or how far you've come.