tessera – 6/10/12
Summer, 1988. The back roads of Ollala. Three friends and I are crammed into the cab of a pickup truck. We’re driving fast with the windows rolled down. “It pulls to the right,” says my friend as he wrestles with the steering wheel. “Alignment is messed up.” He pushes a cassette into the stereo and turns up the volume– “Guns in the Sky” by INXS thumps out of the truck’s two speakers. “Pretty good, eh?” says my friend. “Yeah,” I say. We pass through a cloud of gnats– the sounds of their bodies smacking against the windshield is like light rain, an autumn drizzle.