Down here in Florida the night sky is filled with lights and lightning burning the blackness away.

In the town of youth there in the entrance to the Keys, the youth play.

Bumping up and down to the Latin beat the slick groomed Chevy’s ride the streets.

Young men pumping their bravado, young women barely contained in clothing.

Over there near the cities center a Dodge diesel roars with testosterone, and there, a Honda tachs at 6000 rpm while the driver feels powerful in her tight dress.

Fords bellow, Nissans mellow, BMW for the elites.

With a laugh and moist panties a gold miner lady oozes with ooh ooh oh… with the passing lamborghini.

Sex, diesel, and gasoline. Mixed with biological hormones of humanity…

Seems normal right? A right of passage as boy meets girl through the rolling metal of the streets?

Outside though, near a swamp filled with snakes and gators lives an old man with no money, no family or friends. He owns or drives nothing.

And yet he is happy. He is alive and full of whisky and sardines. Watching the lightning and lights far off in the big cities.

Soon to pass out in a blissful sleep in his most favorite vehicle in the whole world, an abandoned and junked Winnebago RV.