Charge your ipod.

I saw Gary the other day, you know Mr. Larson. He was sitting on the curb out side of a bank with a peeling sign and shuttered windows. He was still showing up to work even though the bank had gone under 4 years ago. He said he was excited about the Olympics coming up in London, and was complaining about fading memories and constant headaches. Gary rolled up his right sleeve and burned a forgotten cigarette into his forearm casually. He said he really admired the Queen. Gary stood up and walked past me toward a black car that pulled up for him. "That's my ride." he said and waved goodbye.

He rolled down the back window and stuck out his nose and glasses. He tossed out a Virginia license plate. "Just follow the sun." He advised. The black car peeled away into dust.