I always saw the storm as something big coming at the narrator, or life in general even, and the narrator driving into it, then walking into it, giving up his vehicle, shoes on the other side of the river, and taking nothing but his bottle of tequila and lime and saying "fuck it, lets go!" and walking into the storm to see if it makes him feel more alive.
I always saw the storm as something big coming at the narrator, or life in general even, and the narrator driving into it, then walking into it, giving up his vehicle, shoes on the other side of the river, and taking nothing but his bottle of tequila and lime and saying "fuck it, lets go!" and walking into the storm to see if it makes him feel more alive.