1. “De DEER! De DEER!”
2. Two drips run down the dry windshield. Drool from the panther perched in the tree above, just waiting for the poor fool driving to open the door?
3. SWOOSH.
4. “SCRREEEEEEEEECHTHUDTHUHDUMP”
1. Lots of them tend to be out at 2, 3, 4am. This I knew, this I drove through in spite of my huge brain. Hah.
2. Or maybe just wiper fluid…
3. Did you know that owls LOVE to scare the s%*! out of you at night? That one had a wingspan as wide as my truck.
4. One less possum, I’m afraid. Too bad it was the same color as the road, or I might have seen it sooner.
See, I took a road trip yesterday. It lasted 12 hours end to end, and involved listening to a lot of bad words (none of which the inside of my truck has EVER heard. Honest injun), eating pretty yucky food, and hearing a really great concert. It was worth the carnage, the 6 hours driving, and the 5 am bedtime.
I realized a couple of things, though. Don’t you just love that every dadgummed thing I do turns into some idiotic bout of soul-searching? I do, cuz really, what’s life for if you can’t just over-analyze the crap out of every single fart in a blanket?
Well, now. So. I decided that I can have decent, moral friends, or I can have fun friends. I don’t think I can do both. I like the friends I have, few tho they are, but I realized that if I go where I want to go next year, the set of pals I will have built-in already are more of the college-frat-boozer types, and I just don’t know if I want that. No, I don’t, really. That isn’t a question. The friends I have now are fun, but restricted, since ONE of them is 3000 miles away and the others are the dreaded Married With Children. And jobs. Don’t forget the jobs.
I got a glimpse of the other side, and honestly, I don’t know that I wouldn’t choose to sit in somebody’s living room and watch tv with their children rather than make a drunken fool of myself on a regular basis.
Ah, crud. Call me prude. Or coward. Whatever works for you. I? am SOOO confused.
