You Can Get Out of the Car Any Time You Like…
But the memory will never leave
1 min readMay 10, 2021
It was a dark and stormy night. He gave me a ride home so I wouldn’t have to take the bus. Everything was gloomy — the weather, the conversation about his relationship woes, my mood after a long day. The radio played classic rock and when “Hotel California” hit my ear for the very first time, I was intrigued by the haunting story being dumped into my brain.
I was hypnotized by the dark symphony tickling my imagination. Then he informed me, “You know this song is about going to hell, right?” as the thunder boomed and the lightening illuminated the pitch-black street.
After getting to the heart of the matter, the heat was on. From that night forward, in my mind, he would always wear devil horns.
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