The night brings out the best of the true Americans. The worker who sweats his ass off to make a sub human living wage to support his family & his girlfriend. He toils away in hopes to make it, a suburban home, a pool, card games and a nice lawn. His wife is worst than him, she wanted this life to escape Daddy and his hands. She hoped this former Football/High School Sweetheart could make her happy, she too fell for the dream.
The silver shark moves about the black top at top speed, searching for its next victim. The cool air glides over its silver skin making a high pitched noise that alters the mind. The internal sounds of smooth jazz dull the pain in its ears, moving left and right, back left again, till it sets its sights on a blue hunk of Euro Trash...attack!!
Another dead German tourist on the side of the road. Rest stops in Florida are full of them. The American dream is no where near the the vast wasteland of sun, fun & Disney world.
The man at the bar, sitting with two ladies who believe he is a real catch. Deep Down inside he knows he is not what he claims. He sold his soul a long time ago. The force is weak in him. Claiming to have great wealth, when it all came from a sham of a marriage, he stole the cash by faking it.