Tinted Window and A/C

Sitting in his comfortable leather seat, cruising along a highway that leads to somewhere he doesn’t know. Tinted windows of course. No he can’t be bothered to look out into your world while feeling the very same heat you are in, sweating your sweat—no it just isn’t possible. His soundtrack at the moment is something dramatic and indie so he can sort of feel for a condition other than his. He imagines it to be just like in the movies. Where some spoiled rich boy gets out of his air-conditioned life and finds a reprieve from his ignorance. Maybe tomorrow.