Fear and Loathing in the Philly Suburbs

[dje2004]

I was somewhere around Drexel Hill, traveling north on 476, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember feeling a little lightheaded, and then suddenly there was a terrible roar all around me and the sky was filled with what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving against the car, which was going about 65 miles an hour on the way to Radnor. And a voice was screaming "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?" It was almost ten a.m., and I still had more than five miles to go. They would be tough miles. Very soon, I knew I would be completely twisted. But there was no going back, and no time to rest. I would have to ride it out. My desk was waiting for me, and I was a professional scheduling reporter; so I had an obligation to log my stations, for good or ill.

RIP HST