Chapter 1

Flying into California, we had to get a rental car. Unfortunately with all of us being under 25, we were limited with the amount of cars we could rent. Looking at all the websites, the 2011 Honda Odyssey seemed to be the cheapest. In all honesty, we could’ve gotten a way better car at just a small extra cost. It’s fine though. The trip is over and we survived. Physically.

The first time we saw the car was at 3 am after our flight had been delayed for an hour. Coming from the airport, we rushed to the car using a Lyft (Uber’s prices were up to $60+) to try to make the pick-up time. We were late but at least we didn’t accrue any late fees. (As a side note, the pick-up location was at the most sketchiest road and our Lyft driver was highly concerned.)

From an inital glance, the car was all beat up. The car was maroon in color. It had scratches everywhere and an unfinished paint job. Dan was the first one to drive the car. Immediately, he noticed how shitty the brakes were and the amount of extra force you had to push to get it to work. Consecutively, we all tried the car ourselves and to our experience, Dan was not lying.

The amount of time we spent together in the 2011 Honda Odyssey was innumerable. All the conversations spoken. All the naps taken. All the songs played. Needless to say, we shared a lot of great memories in that car. We also shared a lot of terrible memories. The 2011 Honda Odyssey was probably the shittiest car I have ever been in.

This is the second song in the Collapsed in California project recounting the feelings I felt and the experiences that occurred in the car. This truly is the place where everything built up into one whole explosion which left some of us bruised and burned. This song is called Odyssey.


Lyrics

Verse 1

Burning bridges, taking chances, losing friends and

Call a taxi, get home fucked and turn your backs and

Ain’t no polish, just old rubbish, is it finished?

Burning bridges, and I burned it, and we burned it

Carry the weight of the air as it lingers

While it’s late and the bear lifts its fingers