About a Roadtrip (The Drinker's Suicide)

I want to make love to a woman from the 60's hold the small of her back. and I want to introduce her to Eugene O'Neill. that's what i'll do when I get back. and I want to leave the water running. I wouldn't turn it off anyway; I'm only interested in the bottle. i'll just take the bottle along. I'm going to invest in hopelessness and take a roadtrip. a roadtrip without the proper provisions. little baggage but the bottle, riding shotgun with no seatbelt. and here we go - we're floating over some romantic cliff the sea and the rocks, mouths open God, it's spectacular gravity does its' job and I close my eyes. becoming one with my steering wheel diving headlong into the dashboard as it throws itself at me. and then her head is leaned on my chest lights on us, and I'm holding the small of her back.