Top down, tunes cranked to jet engine level, cruising down back roads I know like the back of my hand. Through endless fields of tomatoes and peppers, past roadside fruit stands, than finally through the Pine Barrens, it’s the back way to the shore I have taken for years.
As the sun rises higher and higher the ocean beckons, the scent of salt water begins to fill the air. That’s when you know, when you know it isn’t far now. Down the long straight road leading to the bay, finally the water tower rises in the distance, and the drawbridge is just ahead.
Lacuna Coil's Manifesto blares as I cross the bridge onto 96th street, and pass Fred’s on the left. Than I have to laugh as I look in the rearview mirror and see something a little different than my normal entrance. A robin egg blue car behind me with my sister driving, shades on, and her fist pumping in the air. I might be in trouble here.
Finally we pull up to the house with the ocean just behind it. The waves crash as we walk out onto the deck on a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. And so I’m back yet again. MTV be damned, this is my Jersey Shore and always will be.
Only one thing left to do. Fred’s.
Lacuna Coil - Enjoy the Silence