Gold, late-model Corolla driving in the second-to-leftmost lane of the George Bush tollway during rush hour, doing five MPH below the posted speed limit (read "20 MPH slower than everyone else") while reading the paper. Saw several near misses as people whipped out to pass on both sides and nearly collided as they tried to swerve back into the original lane at the same time. What a tool.
The senses consume. The mind digests. The blog expels.
Certain individuals keep telling me that I should be a writer (Hi Mom). This is probably as close as I'll ever come to making that happen.
14 November, 2005
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