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On a dark desert highway,
Cool wind in my hair,
The warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air...
Jake Watson smiled as the first notes of Hotel California played on his car radio. It was one of his favorite songs, and he sang it a couple times at karaoke, although no one would've told you that he was any good at doing so.
Jake was on his way home from college this Friday morning of Memorial Day weekend; it was a great benefit to not having any Friday classes. He was looking forward to seeing his family, whom he hadn't seen since his winter break ended in January. Well, he'd be seeing everyone except his father. His father headed on a golfing trip to Florida with three of his buddies the night before and wouldn't be back until the day after Memorial Day, so Jake wouldn't be able to see him this weekend. Oh, well, he thought, I'll be home for summer vacation in a few weeks anyway.
As he drove down the streets leading to his quiet neighborhood, he noticed not much had changed. He waved to a few neighbors who were outside mowing their lawns or washing their cars.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity in the car (in reality, it's a five-hour drive), he pulled into his driveway, seeing his mom's car parked in the garage. He smiled. It's good to be home, he thought. He turned off the car and got out, stretching for a bit, his light gray college T-shirt lifting to show a little bit of his abs. He grabbed his black duffel bag and his bag of laundry that needed done and walked inside his house, the air conditioning hitting him hard.
"Mom! I'm home!" he called out.
Cool wind in my hair,
The warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air...
Jake Watson smiled as the first notes of Hotel California played on his car radio. It was one of his favorite songs, and he sang it a couple times at karaoke, although no one would've told you that he was any good at doing so.
Jake was on his way home from college this Friday morning of Memorial Day weekend; it was a great benefit to not having any Friday classes. He was looking forward to seeing his family, whom he hadn't seen since his winter break ended in January. Well, he'd be seeing everyone except his father. His father headed on a golfing trip to Florida with three of his buddies the night before and wouldn't be back until the day after Memorial Day, so Jake wouldn't be able to see him this weekend. Oh, well, he thought, I'll be home for summer vacation in a few weeks anyway.
As he drove down the streets leading to his quiet neighborhood, he noticed not much had changed. He waved to a few neighbors who were outside mowing their lawns or washing their cars.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity in the car (in reality, it's a five-hour drive), he pulled into his driveway, seeing his mom's car parked in the garage. He smiled. It's good to be home, he thought. He turned off the car and got out, stretching for a bit, his light gray college T-shirt lifting to show a little bit of his abs. He grabbed his black duffel bag and his bag of laundry that needed done and walked inside his house, the air conditioning hitting him hard.
"Mom! I'm home!" he called out.