california or bust

i sit in my car with some of my friends and dream of driving far away. well use my little light to read maps at night, listen to endless amounts of music and throw all our cell phones out the window on a lonely highway, all at the same time. without a purpose at all or maybe to just lie on the beaches and enjoy the summer sand. the sky will be blue, the money wouldn't be a problem, we would meet silly people and take silly pictures of them. no obligations, no where to sleep, no one to come home to. just you with your thick glasses, and you with your scarred skin, you and your girlfriend's blank stare, and me with my purple hair and blackened eye.