Fastback Barracuda parked under Southern stars. Distant neon blinks Topless Bars. Foghorns in the night. Moonlight dancing on Atlantic waves. Trojan soldiers, wasted and spent, in crooked line at end of rutted path.
Ancient ceremony begins.
Modern nuances arranged. Lynyrd Skynyrd through correctly configured speakers. Sand crabs scurry into holes. Nothing to get hung up about. Just drunks searching for happiness in bottle, where it can't be found.