The brown cadillac pulled into the gas station a little before midnight. Dakota and I got out of the car before it even parked. We ran into buy some soda while Joey filled up the car with gas. Three root beers and a package of bubble gum was all we needed to drive there tonight. Youth is so very delicate when it's thrown into the soft backseat of a vintage cadillac and rambling manically about photography and new people. Friends unfold into each others laps on the road and I don't think that little tree is suppose to be hanging from the review mirror.