Mary Jane fished around on the floor, keeping one hand on the wheel and one eye on the road. She pulled up a mixed tape she had made some time ago. In dark permanant maker, Mary Jane’s Mix was scratched onto the front of the well used tape. She thought it was a stupid title, but she stuck it in the player. The first song that came up was her song, Mary Jane’s Last Dance by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers.

She smiled broadly and began to sing along, turning up the volume on the speakers, and flahsing a peace sign to any passing car, most which were happily returned. As she drove down the sunny freeway, she breathed in the soothing air and loved no other but California itself. Although, she knew it was time to leave.

Mary Jane now had two options. She could go north, to Oregon and up through Canada, or south, to Arizona. Either option sounded enchanting in its own way, but she needed something that would make any roadtrip decision more valid, McDonald’s breakfast.