The Desert Driver

I'd had 2 5 hour energy shots, 3 rockstar energy drinks and a few sodas. My caffeine intake was at an all time high yet my mind still drifted in and out of consciousness. Somewhere between alive and dead, awake and asleep I existed as The Desert Driver.

The road bended and curved but outside the roadway little proof of humanity existed. The landscape stretching out before me was alien and vast but it quickly became mundane. The 26 hour drive from Chicago had long since been realized as madness. Yet with an epic weekend in Vegas ahead I had no option but to speed onward! Like Vegas I to had become a shinning example of mankinds perserverence in the face of ignorance.

As the mountains opened to desert I'd long forgotten the speed limit buzzing by barren outcrops at a bare minimum of 90 miles per hour. Often times reaching speeds of 120. Given the right elavation my rental car would brief take air crashing back down in a jarring reminder of my own mortality.

What little humanity I found be was not that which I wished to find. Barren gas stations staffed by weary loners, truckers feverishly pushing past their limit yet again, and wayward wanderers lost on the great American highway.

Sometimes, however, something far more sinister would appear. A lone town with "GOD LIVES HERE " signs, Jesus camps with not a town for 100 miles and blown out husks of campers and towns. Surely those pushed to the outskirts of society were not of morality's graces.

With vigor I pushed on. Night slowly fell and then gave way to day but the desert streched on. I'd brought no supplies, my phone had long since lost itself and with growing concern I realized just how bad a broken car could be. Slowly the forgotten cars and husks became more ominous.

Then like a glimmer of hope in the clutches of despair I saw another car fly forth into the abyss. A sign read "Las Vegas 200 miles". I was saved. Life could go on and the bachelor party could begin!