I slowly turned the dial with my right hand, keeping my left on the wheel.  Nothing but static, the dial was as barren as the empty highway in front of me.  The only music I had, came from the engine and tires of my old ’67 Ford, which hummed along as it had all day.

My mind was numb from that hum and my vision was getting a bit blurry.  It was a quarter past three in the afternoon, yet it was already beginning to get dark. The cola I’d picked up at that last gas station was making me uncomfortable.

I thought back over the day and my food intake.  A couple of bags of chips and a few candy bars.  An awful truck stop coffee in the morning and that soda I had finished a half an hour earlier.