This divertissement was written on July 11, 2016, just after I got back from my ex-job.
It encapsulates some of my obsessions: driving with the music blaring, the sweltering heat (which makes me more irrational than usual), escaping from tumultuous loves, Thelma&Louise, and old musicians who know a thing or two, a lot in fact...
"Not long ago, while I was driving along the short stretch of highway that separates my home from work, I caught the iconic Johnny Cash on the radio, with the even more iconic "Ring of Fire".
And I immersed myself in the role: about 97° Fahrenheit (which corresponds to 36° Celsius), scorching asphalt, driving aimlessly on a road that unwinds like a ribbon through the sands of the Chihuahua desert.
There's no one around, just a flock of vultures circling high in the sky, waiting for the next unfortunate soul who won't make it out alive from the sandstorm.
No, you won't have my scalp, scum of the air!
I'm headed south, towards Tijuana, in search of alcohol and oblivion, like an outcast.
Tonight I'll stop at the Hotel California, to stock up on tequila to accompany me on the journey and to dust myself off a bit. Just a few hours, then on the road again.
And, when I reached the Venice East exit, I seemed to glimpse through the rearview mirror the brims of the colorful sombreros of the three mariachi players!"
And now you know what the heat can do....
"And it burns, burns, burns the ring of fire."