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there is nothing better then driving down the 405 freeway in early November when the sun is still as warm and radiant as ever in the southern CA sky. Its 10:23 AM and you're just about to hit the 10 West. You don't drive recklessly on purpose...you're just excited. Driving becomes a race, especially with the right kind of music..the kind that just wouldn't be right listening to on normal volume; the kind that makes you drum your fingers and wrists along the steering wheel. That you can't help but smile to.
As you turn the pin, the new YYY's single is blaring and a plane begins to drop gracefully towards the SM airport, seemingly right along side you. You have your eyes on the road, but for a second you watch it stream across the sky as you coast along together
with hundreds swimming all around you
the sun shining down upon you
the towers breaking through the smog
and tangled freeways, green and clogged

(climb higher, baby)
you wave back at the plane and drive into the city
that for some is heaven. for some is hell.
but not for those who know it all too well...