I want to get wild, to walk away from a burning car and leave a fireball blooming in the desert sky. Sometimes I want to light up a cigarette in the middle of a crowded movie theater. Just sit there calmly puffing away while they tear me apart. I’m never sure what to do with these impulses, but maybe I’ll figure out how to channel them into something interesting when I get back on the road. In the meantime, I’m working on my night driving soundtrack.