This Is The Race [homage to Jim Morrison]
Your money's no good here. (With referential apologies to James Douglas Morrison, Francis Ford Coppola, and Don Knotts) ------------------------- Black, fade in. Night, in Wrightwood CA. A young man is in a cheap motel. It's a motel favored by thrifty serial killers on a budget. The higher-priced motel favored by thrifty serial killers on a budget was booked. Solid. Even with the broken glass on the linoleum, somewhere. The cable there was better (but it cost $7.99 more), and you could get the Satanism Channel with the "I Love Lucifer" Marathon Weekend Special ($6.66). This motel had weary wooden floors, 33-1/3 watt lights, a sagging bed with the Great Rift Valley down the middle. Many romances had died in that divide. He could feel every one of them. Our young man is getting ready. Ready for The Big Race. His attention is fixed on a goal far away. About 100.559596975 miles, but who's counting now, huh?... Familiar music is in background, becoming distinc