Hippie (freelover) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-06-17 03:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | classic rock, hippie subculture |
Who: Hippie and Classic Rock
What: Road trip to Chicago, Eric Clapton concert in Chicago
When:Pretty much all day Wednesday, into Thursday
Where: Hippie's van, from NYC to Chicago.
Warning: Drug use, possible sexuality, dirty hippies, etc.
After leaving Watchtower Records and meeting a very excited Lucy Clapton, Hippie had handed the keys to the van over to Classic. She had never been particularly good with directions. Back in the day she would instinctively know the way to the large festivals but as she had faded considerably since then, it wasn't as easy. So she took the passenger's seat in her beloved van and was content to stare out the window with glazed over eyes as Classic drove. Occasionally her eyes would slip closed, her ears focusing on the the soft music playing over the radio like a heartbeat between them. Every now and then her hand would slip into soft, dark curls and twirling absentmindedly through the locks. She lived for times like these, in the van on her way to something beautiful. She missed the times when this was the norm, her Song and Smoke with her as they followed their angels.
They stopped once or twice for food and a chance to stretch their legs. At each stop she lit up another fat joint, passing it between them. It wasn't the same as having Mary Jane really there with them, but it was the closest they could get, wasn't it?
After what felt like a blissful eternity, she could feel that they were there and she smiled up at Classic, her hand trailing back to his hair. Her eyes closed with a smile still on her face. "Feels like it used to, don't it?" she asked, licking her lips. Her dark hair hung around her like a curtain and she pushed it out of her face for the thousandth time. Blinking her eyes open, she looked back out the window with a lost look of nostalgia. "Sucks that this is the closest we can get." Somehow she was brought back to that first night when she first came alive and he was there, pure music and she loved him. She loved him now and he was a part of her and maybe that could be enough to make 2009 feel okay. They were missing their third part, but the two of them, they could be enough on their own for now.