My Lost Highway

Every night when I drive home from school, I get this eery feeling I'm in Lost Highway. The road resembles it. At least the credits. Just the yellow markings in the middle of the road appear to be the only things missing.
And I can here David Bowie singing I'm Deranged in the back of my head.

'I like to remember things my own way'
'What do you mean by that?'
'How I remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened.'

Classic. I think I'm going to watch the movie again this week. And then I might just go look for the drivel I came up with when I was still in film school when the movie came out and have a stab at rewriting it.

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