Driving home, he’s recalling his past when he was in love at seventeen. A girl name Doris, who he was madly in love with. Ron was so in love with her that he got drunk one night and stole his dad’s El Dorado to go spray-paint on the town’s water tower. He spray-painted on the reservoir “RON LOVES DORIS” to let the world know how in love he was with her. At the time, his desire was a controlling force and caused him to make an irrational decision. He was young, drunk, and foolish. Ron was manipulated by love and wanted nothing more than exhibit the love he felt for her. However, he never thought or knew that this past memory will haunt him as a form of nostalgia. Ten years later, or 10 A.D. (after Doris) he arrives home, he soon discovers that the words of his random impulse still remain on the local water town. Ron feels a rush of anger, so much anger that he presses the gas on his Mustang, hoping to leave the memory behind, “What makes you blush, and shove / the pedals of the Mustang / almost through the floor / as if you wanted to spray gravel / across the features of the past, / or accelerate into oblivion?” (lines 27-32). However, not matter how hard he tries, he can’t escape this past
Driving home, he’s recalling his past when he was in love at seventeen. A girl name Doris, who he was madly in love with. Ron was so in love with her that he got drunk one night and stole his dad’s El Dorado to go spray-paint on the town’s water tower. He spray-painted on the reservoir “RON LOVES DORIS” to let the world know how in love he was with her. At the time, his desire was a controlling force and caused him to make an irrational decision. He was young, drunk, and foolish. Ron was manipulated by love and wanted nothing more than exhibit the love he felt for her. However, he never thought or knew that this past memory will haunt him as a form of nostalgia. Ten years later, or 10 A.D. (after Doris) he arrives home, he soon discovers that the words of his random impulse still remain on the local water town. Ron feels a rush of anger, so much anger that he presses the gas on his Mustang, hoping to leave the memory behind, “What makes you blush, and shove / the pedals of the Mustang / almost through the floor / as if you wanted to spray gravel / across the features of the past, / or accelerate into oblivion?” (lines 27-32). However, not matter how hard he tries, he can’t escape this past