From Santa Monica back to the Valley...  

It is later than it should be.  

The car echoes with the soundtrack of angst.  

Practically alone, a simple car races up the freeway.  

A different version of Los Angeles is revealing itself.  

Gone are the brake lights.  

Gone are the moments spent reading bumper stickers.  

In a city this crowded, I feel alone.  

In a city this noisy, I feel at peace.  

Traffic is readying itself for another battle.  

For now, the road is open and free.  

Awash in artificial light, a smile creeps on the driver’s side.  

I actually live here.  

No one can take that away from me.  

Freedom finally feels possible.  

Be good to each other,  

Nathan