Peter and Jack

A rolling home, Peter never felt so alone, he loved it! He picked a lane and kept going straight, follow the line until it ends, that was his job, except the line would never end, there was always a turn, there was always a road. Never had Peter been so far away from his house, but for the first time, he felt at home, "the great open road!" He exclaimed. He put it on cruise control and sat back, holding the wheel steady, he had all the time in the world to explain all the shit running through his head, or better yet, to not think of it at all and bask in the beauty of the great American country, he admired all the hills, the trees, the landmarks, he watched everyone pass him, the cold weather nipped his face, his hands were painfully numb and purple. "Peace has found me at last! Away from all the trouble!"