(This has been sitting in my draft folder, unfinished, for over a year. I am posting it today for no particular reason.) “Wanna go cruise?” I asked Mason from my recliner. “Okay,” he said, grabbing his Nintendo hat. “Where are we cruising to?” “Around,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. It was 8:30pm. Twilight. Outside, the sun was low and red and reflected perfectly off my car. Once inside the car the two of us rolled the windows down, turned the radio up, and headed toward Yukon. Back in the glory days I wore out many sets of tires doing laps… (read more)