Missing Trigger

I have returned from Arizona safe and sound.

I drove the Pickle Wagon throughout the late/early morning hours all by myself (and my musica) while Woods followed behind in the brand new truck tentatively named Klouse (inside joke). I will admit that I very muched enjoyed my trip back alone. It reminded me of the days when I used discover Tucson in my dark green 1981 Toyota pick-up (Trigger) after I would get out of working the late shift at the hotel. The trips were always well stocked with a stack of CDs to listen to. Sometimes I would mouth the words along with the song while other times I would be in deep thought with the tune blaring in the background. This type of activity became habit around the time I was coming to terms with my public gayness (or as the community likes to call it "coming out of the closet"). I spent many nights driving around the town, even sometimes parking in remote areas of the city just looking at the night sky wishing I was somewhere else. Many times I longed for a connection with someone who understood me.

I did try to recreate those driving moments in San Diego a few times, but it didn't work out. I plan to do that here in Los Angeles once I am working and have a vehicle of my own. There is something therapeutic about driving, listening to music and being alone with your thoughts. I just hope the revival of those types of drives comes sooner rather than later.