
I still have my green card. (UK provisional license) I dont drive, I say.I fly I say.
I am driven.
A passenger. The journey is fun, look out your rear view mirror. Wind the window down, hold your hand out, let the wind lift it and bounce it as the car bounces along... like dots, On a high way. We are moving at the speed of lights. i see lights.
This time I am in Chicago. Jason is driving.
Another time it was in the back seat of a Paris Taxi. The best club i went to in Paris.
Pump up the decibles, the drunken girls said, back in a taxi in Birmingham. Taking us to barracuda. For Sambucca shots.
I fully intend to get my pink card at some point. Like i fully intend to actually go up the eiffel tower and the Empire state building next time I visit these city's.
In my eyes there is always a next time, save a little.
Save room.