coast-to-coast road trip

Where we’re going, we don’t need maps.
Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.
We don’t need you.
We don’t need each other.
This is a road trip of the stars, as traveled on the buckling hull of a too-small sailboat driving hard into ocean swells.
I’ll win this race.
I’ll win because I have something you don’t, a soul; that ineffable indescribable indelible insolent mediocrity which is completely beyond your reach.
I’ll win because I’ve already won, because I was winning before we left on this journey across land and sea.
I was destined to win.
I miss you.