It's August and I have not br Read a book in six months br except something called The Retreat from Moscow br by Caulaincourt br Nevertheless, I am happy br Riding in a car with my brother br and drinking from a pint of Old Crow. br We do not have any place in mind to go, br we are just driving. br If I closed my eyes for a minute br I would be lost, yet br I could gladly lie down and sleep forever br beside this road br My brother nudges me. br Any minute now, something will happen.