Free Cats (California, 1999)

The road is only one more unnecessary detour in a long day spent avoiding the Interstate. On your old auto club map it appears as the thinnest, palest line among the map’s many vivid colors, as if it might not even be a road, perhaps a boundary marker. You’re in a flat dusty agricultural area somewhere east of Fresno, seriously off track given your itinerary from San Francisco to Los Angeles; you abandoned I-5 earlier this morning after being passed by countless impatient engines, whiny horns, contemptuous stares.