I have been known to occasionally levitate on lonesome desert roads

Ah, Gubler.
On my way to the a town on the coast of North Carolina I saw two religious billboards that made me smile. One of them read in white letters on a red background, 'Who promised you tomorrow? Today could be your last. PRAY.'
I think there's a name for this sort of an attitude, but I can't quite recall what it is.
The other simply stated, 'JESUS CHRIST: SAVIOR.'
To which my dad quipped, 'Largest business card ever?'
There's something terribly distracting about flashing colored lights in the darkness. The streetlamp at the end of my road flickers on and off in the dark sometimes. Cars cast black, squamous shadows on my walls as they drive past. When they pass, the world seems just a little darker than it was before.
I sometimes have a thought and I wonder if I am the only person who has thought this before. Other times, I do something mundane and I think to myself, I am the only person who will do this exact same thing, ever.
Yet other times, when I'm bored in school I think to myself, 'I probably know more about crack cocaine than any of the people in this room.'
Somehow, knowledge of illicit drugs makes life a little bit more exciting.
I read an novel by Denton Welch today and I feel that it perfectly captures the exhausted, hysterical, claustrophobic, throbbing, lonely, acidic, awful, exquisite feeling of being youth.