Early Sunsets Over Newark

It was hard to explain it all to Destin. First because of his love for this band he had idolized for quite some time, and the second because it was hard to explain how I just basically fell into the lap of luck. I left out some big details. The biggest, was that Samantha had been on tour with me; a runaway from home. The second was the car accident. I figured it would be easier to just say it was by chance that we met, and by irony that I was with them. After a few autographs, and inviting Destin to their next show (for free since he got locked out); we got back to the bus. I plopped down on the sofa, looked out the window with discontent. As the bus started and the boys got ready for bed, I watched the white lines on the road continue endlessly. One by one, the lights on the bus went out, but I still sat in the dark, watching those lines. It almost felt symbolic that I had seen Destin here. I hadn't seen him at any of the other shows, then again I also didn't go looking.