Say "what the hey!" - fiction fragment

Sometimes, you have to say "what the hey!"
The weather is stunning, crisp, clear, warm but not too much and you still can feel some cool in it.
Somehow the music is playing something deeper with a raspy voice that delivers well-written gems.
On your way to work, it all seems herd-like, boring, bovine, Bovary... Cows going to the slaughterhouse for the day, for another day.
As Camus would say: "All the decors collapse and you ask: "Why?" "

And so, keep on driving, hit the highway, the Interstate, the true American experience, devouring miles, space, infinity, the last vestige of Freedom as it used to be, as it all started in fact in this country--travel, see more and new, leave it all behind...

Call work, "I am sick, on way to see the doc"... Yes, you are, the open road is your doc, fill yourself with space, horizon, and blue sky... (yes, you pollute. Yes, there will be pollen and allergens inhaled..) Call it "a day". Really! "Life is here, simple and tranquil," deeper....

Sometimes you HAVE to say "What the hey!"
This... IS living, the true, the deeper....