130,000 Miles 36x36

36x36 acrylic/ canvas/ art resin/ glitter/ pearl mica flake/ crushed glass. Ready to hang.     It was early in the year of 2013. The white 2012 Mustang I had paid the $200 transfer fee from San Diego to Las Vegas was sitting in front of me. I just stood there in the sun. The dealer tosses me the keys. I recall not catching them and feeling like an idiot.    When I got into that car I’ll never forget that feeling. Slipping into the white leather bucket seats was like a tight hug from a wind goddess. The power behind the gas pedal was moving to me, like a church. The feeling of driving away from the car dealer for the very first time, in my car felt like I had robbed a bank or something. I couldn’t believe she was mine.  I named her Starlight after the white horse in rainbow brite because I had finally done enough work in recovery in my life to know that nobody was coming to save me. I was going to save myself, with my own white horse. Financed by only me.    Lifetimes ago, when someone