Mark turned out of the strip mall parking lot and found himself in another strip mall parking lot. He looked around for an exit and he spied one down by the Mens Warehouse but when he got there he realized that it just lead to a Taco Bell and a Radio Shack.
Three hours later he needed to stop for gas. He still hadn’t found his way out the maze of parking lots. While his car filled up Mark asked the old man behind the counter where he was and the man laughed and said, “America.” Mark smiled knowingly and said, “Yeah I know buddy, but how do I get outta here?” The man pointed the way Mark had come.
One hour later he pulled over and asked a young black girl in a red dress where the hell the road was, he wanted to go home. “Its right behind that Wal-mart, Darling.” Mark looked on both sides of the Wal-mart and it was shoes stores and Chinese take-out as far as the eye could see. “Well how do I get back there?” he asked. “Well Sugar, if you aint doing 85mph by the time you hit the front doors you’ll never make it.” she said.
Some nights I can hear him out there, still gunning that old El Dorado. Some nights I still pretend he has the fucking guts to actually do it.
