it was 7.13 pm and the sun was hanging just one inch from the horizon. he was driving alone cutting through the crimson light. the car radio was broken and he was so bored caught in the traffic. he smoked heavily and frequently, half of the box was empty. as he was about to light another cigarette he suddenly got an idea. he twisted his body to reach his laptop at the back seat to bring it to the front seat and then turned it on, hit the itune while slipping the cigarette on his left ear holding the steering tightly with his right hand gripping the lighter ready to listen to the first song in his playlist. it was adele's one and only. as the traffic light turned green, he sped up the car escaping from the congested area and quickly skipped the song. he was so sick of the song. the next song was you know i'm no good by amy winehouse. at first he was chuckling, finding himself singing along to the tune with tony bennet's voice. he was literally dancing while driving. then there was jasne bahara by javed ali. he apparently knows every word of the song and he was thinking that he was feeling the peace through the song though he never knows how the feel of peace is. when he suddenly bored again, he grabbed the cigarette on his left ear trying to light it up when an excellent intro of everybody's on the run hit his ears. his every move suddenly stopped and the car slowed down. as he was passing a beautiful greenery, the crimson seemed more concentrated and he looked deep into it. the song hit the chorus and he was crazy. he smoked the cigarette deeply and was hitting the lighter onto the steering trying to follow the tune. the fuel, clutch and brake pedal was pushed by him as he likes according to the song's beat. one girl driver crossed by rudely and he was cursing at her first then smiled at her when he realized she was hot. the girl leered at him. he shrugged and suddenly he felt free. he knew that feel. always. kind of feel that he always refers as a feeling that everybody should know. amidst the whirling smoke of his cigarette, he suddenly knows the feeling of jeremy atticus finch when knowing that mrs dubose was dead. free. as his thoughts played along with the song, he was not so aware until if i had a gun song also by sir noel broke into his eardrums. ignoring everything around him he shouted the song very loudly that the voice was coming from his cerebrum. his eyes almost popped when he at the top of his lungs shouted i love you noel, like every girl would do at the gig. then the aka.. broken arrow song by noel is in the air. so so weird that the tune was playing the songs from same album three in a row though it was set to shuffle the playlist. hat trick from noel is enough to make his day. he laughed lunatically at his own reflection in the side mirror. the ray of the dusking sun seemed very bright and shy, blended with the grace of the ocean on the left of the road. the ocean where a lot of his childhood memories littered here and there. his mind immediately plays back one of his childhood memory when he was safuwe's gordie lachance and safuwe was his chris chambers. the shuffled playlist that time was playing imagine by the late great lennon. he was stoned as if he did not care if his car will suddenly fell into the river. he almost hit an old man cycling on the side of a narrow pathway. he did not push the brake pedal when he saw a paddle which he rarely did. his eyes stoned, both of them and he felt like flying. his heart melt like a candle by the song's fire and the gloomy sunset. he suddenly woke up into real world when the song stopped and he found himself under the porch of his house at the same time. then he dragged his ass up and wrote this. ;)
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