Roads are tricky things because they go places. Sure, that amalgamation of asphalt, cold patch and yellow paint outside the front door seems a stationary enough thing but if you suffer a momentary lapse in judgment or memory and - God forbid - find yourself untethered from your mortgage, wife, job or whatever else keeps you in this desperate life of self-diluted servitude - you may discover yourself moving with the river-like road. Look to the right and you'll see Huck and Jim, to the left is Jack and in the gutter ahead is Neal. Pay them no mind and just keep rolling for the road - with all its turns and stops - is life and - above all other things - the way to the shrouded destination that waits beyond the curvature of the Earth.