late night driving

There's a strange, crazed feeling that you get when you're driving late at night. When there's just you, the pavement, and the radio blaring old country tunes as loud as it gets. When the only other cars on the road are drug dealers, gangsters, and cops, livened up by the occasional dope fiend, ripped out of his skull on Wild Turkey and uppers, driving around the block like its the Sprint Cup. There's a weird serenity that comes from all of this. Maybe its some sort of hypnosis from the passing streetlights. And you can't forget the fog. Just thin wisps that give you the feeling that you're running down all the marchers in some freakish ghost parade.