This is different "because it's...

I can not make it. The heat makes me feel dizzy. I'm

"old -47 Buick convertible in the garage, and I know this is an error, something that will have consequences (I vaguely remember something >> << Battle said oil pressure and brakes), but I can t think, and I need 2 go. Then I'm going north Roscomare, quickly, under huge trees, plane trees and strange reason it seems that I am strattera 10mg looking for something 4, although I'm not. (You know, like a dream when you know that something will happen, even if you do not know), but I do not care because look pretty, dressed in my redCeline those white leather interior and I drive faster rises, on parktowards canyon. Winding road, cacti horizon, the smell of asphalt and dead bushes, and then, suddenly, I remember. I pull on the two sides of the road, and then I'm there like I never left -

I'm in the back of the same machine, but in the sun. This is different "because it's 1996, and white skin from hot thin white fabric dress Prada. is next to me, of course (it is always close 2 me in my memories) holds my hand hard as vehicle speed on a narrow road. Between us, but he can not talk yet - no, just after the funeral

-'s - and he smiles @ our fear, and his smile makes U.S. smile, then

is halfway to us, half of against. "There is", he proudly showing SEZ, breathing stingy with Gogol vodka "You see the children? Just sign the whole world knows how 2 spell "

And we see in fear. Hollywood letters spell, but the world does not include me

cause 2 microseconds, which is nothing more than some weird wooden characters, and then screams. "Keep your eyes on the road you idiot" and pulls the wheel, save us all from what the other figures in Mulholland Drive Crash Stats down @ the police station BA, and we all giggle, half relieved and half the battle we are FAMILY and we are giggling @ features one another as

to multiple drunk that often kills almost all of us. Signal truck wakes me and I understand that if I parked in the middle of the road, and then I see the birds. He sits on the edge of the ditch just in front of me, gray feathers shining like metal dust, and when he sees me, he spreads his wings and disappear, and I just look at him, but then the truck rings again, so I give him finger, start engine and drive a sign of grief and memories transformed into something else, then I open my hand. And I look @ the golden key. And for the first time he hits me. I think I know where it fits! .