The Hill at night is always a different temperature from the city. I was waiting outside for my boyfriend . My sister’s boyfriend arranged for a Limousine to come and pick everyone up for the evening for a night cruise , pick up friends toast to the evening , and what may come as we had absolutely no plans but to ride together and take on the night. Waiting outside enjoying of course the smell of night, as I always do. My boyfriend, to arrive soon , park car, join us for the cruise. The stretch rolled up slow, nice and long , loud hum to the engine , the stretch turned 180 to parallel front of home, for passengers to walk in from sidewalk, exterior limo lights on side car panel. For me, it was slow motion and graceful at the same time. The driver stepped out in his black tuxedo , politely stood by the door of his long white stretch. I then gracefully , as if though I was still in the picture I witnessed coming toward me earlier. I said, “Hi, hows it going?” He replied ” Fine thank you,” I said, ” So you know everyone is still in the house getting ready , my sisters should be out soon. My boyfriend will be coming as well. My sister’s boyfriend is the one who ordered the Limo; he’s not here yet but he should be soon. I was just wondering if it would be possible for me to peek inside and look inside the car just to see what this car looks like? I know that it’s rude to ask but I would make sure to get out before the person who paid, and everyone coming tonight.” See I thought he would just say here I will open the door to let you look in. However he did not. He opened the door and said , “Why don’t you go and sit down and make yourself comfortable, and I will keep watch for you and let you know when they come out.” I thought to myself , wow , I like that idea.. I went with that drivers idea. The door closed . . AC on. Little television off, ice in side bin, mood lights for my fingers to play with. Partition up. Music console looking so fine for me to put tunes on. The moon roof button really got me. The fact that MOON ROOF was written to define such a button at your control! A phone handset with a button to speak with driver . I don’t know. Something happened to me. Little did I know what it was , but I knew that it was a feeling that would manifest long and deep and reach a hidden pain. Past life or what felt like perhaps a neuron crave and or the embryonic stages of addiction..
To be continued… A View from the Backseat