Alan fell asleep. Aaron looked over and checked, he turned the radio to his playlist. A techno one he made in college for studying for exams. Still pumps him up. He liked driving. All day he sits and goes no where, now he sits and he goes somewhere. Probably should get gas he thought. In like thirty minutes or so. Like in 8 songs or something. He turned it up a little more.
The road lines flew by him and the streetlights stretched a bit. He wasn't going that fast, but he had to pass a few cars. These roads were empty he liked that. Nice and straight. He was trying to get them to go through Canada, but no dice. Waayyy out of the way. Just West was his job.
Westcity
he thought and laughed a bit, ain't so west.
Alan was out though, he thought in a few hours he'd be tired too, maybe the next gas station he'd get a coffee, and really settle into the drive. Thats what his dad used to say, he'd wake the whole family up early, then at around lunch he say that, that he was really settling into the drive, just when everyone was awake.
