Four hours and twenty five minutes. Fill the tank. Empty the tank. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. You will find Jesus behind bars or behind a steering wheel or behind a bar. You will abandon hope in the face of lottery winnings. You will repeat names for the remainder of your time on earth. Visit the bookstore. Run the errands. Eat breakfast. Skip lunch. Work late. Sports will make you feel at home. Politics will make you sick. Another book. Another note. Another notebook. You’re lost. You’re drunk. Call a cab from the curb and yell into the stairwell. Two way streets can’t be one ways.