6. Vultura Highway
“Ventura Highway” started playing and Scott Haskins thought, this can’t be a coincidence, as his convertible cut through the darkness at eighty miles per hour; his mind and body in perfect harmony from the three glasses of Bushmills he treated himself to in the sanctity of his office thirty minutes ago.
The wind rolled off the windshield, aerating his hundred-dollar haircut and filling his nose with the fragrance of Eau de Southern California.
Scott summed things up in his mind, I just sealed a sweet deal and I’m flying down Ventura Highway in a hundred thousand dollar car, listening to America sing Ventura Highway. It is good to be me.
The first waft of a chemical stench assaulted his nostrils, interrupting the serenity of the moment.