I recently discovered a short story I wrote in high school…
Steam spiraled from my travel coffee mug and I jerked my head around to stay awake. These late nights were rough. The first few months were sort of exciting, traveling around the country with no one to bother me. I especially liked L.A., seeing pretty girls in high heels showing it all on the side of the street. I had picked a few up along the way, and I wistfully considered the pleasure of a warm body.
Months later, the thrills had worn off and 16 hours days on the road had drained me.