every journey is a triumph

I've been trying to find my friends house, at 1:45 AM, driving around a completely different neighborhood. I've been driving smoothly reckless dodging parked cars down a sequence of thin residential roads with squinted bloodshot eyes. I've been swerving across both sides of the road trying to pick up a cricket bat and some pads. With full beams on? On my own? At this time in the morning? This is what I've told the imaginary police officer in my mind. As I stand in my car-park listening to retro music over-indulgently whilst pissing on a British gas van who's interior is lit-up by a Sat-Nav.