Night Trips 1989 Upd <Firefox>

“As far as the gas lasts,” Leo said.

“Don’t lose it,” she said.

The night trips were his secret. Every Friday that summer, he’d drive without a map, chasing the red glow of radio towers or the promise of a 24-hour diner. He never told his friends. They were busy with fireworks and keg stands. Leo was busy memorizing the way streetlights painted the dashboard gold. night trips 1989

He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be at Jenny’s farewell party, drinking warm beer in a basement paneled with fake wood. But Jenny had announced she was moving to Chicago in the morning, and Leo couldn’t stand the parade of football players lining up to say goodbye to her. So he’d stolen the keys off the hook, left a note that said “Gone for air,” and pointed the Buick toward the coast. “As far as the gas lasts,” Leo said