Fresh Tape

Heard your call to keep it rolling. Night settled in, so I dropped down into the footwell and worked my way across to the glove compartment, popped open just an inch. Slipped inside where the dash light barely reaches. Stumbled on a clear cassette tape case wedged between some folded receipts. Stood on top of it, feeling the rigid plastic ridges under my soles. Pushed on a spare silver chain resting beside it until it coiled into a neat ring around the edge. Built my own little spot to chill out. Solid sound, quiet vibe.