Hollywood

Driving up Route 6 was nicer than usual. There weren't many cars to contend with in the falling dusk. This was good. He needed some time to process the day he just glided through. All this time out here alone was tugging at his sense of reality. Of course, a break-up brought him out here.

Those ugly final days weren't a new story. Months and years of resentment and miscommunication boiled over into a series of escalating fights and nights on the couch. And in true television fashion they were still madly in love with each other even though they couldn't stand one another anymore. He took a vacation day, moved all his stuff to a friend's apartment while she was at work, and hasn't talked to her since. Over the next few weeks everyone kept telling him how well he seemed to be taking it. He even convinced himself. Then a letter came full of vitriol and the whole act fell apart. Mental breakdown. A few weeks of projecting all the hate inside him onto people who don't deserve it. Friends suggest taking a vacation before he alienates them all. He goes to the Cape. People whine about how slinking off to your family's old beach house in Autumn won't really help. Screw them and fucking drive.

Maybe today's episode was the twist climax to this otherwise hackneyed script.