nowhere to go. I wipe the sweat off of my hands and push myself deep into my seat, bent on separating myself from the war outside. The short trip ahead of only a few miles could quite possibly stretch into the dark of night. I reach forward and pump the volume on my CD player, making my headache burn and tear at my skull but elevating me off of the streets of hell and soaring me through the skies of my own tranquil world....
