Sometimes I'm not even slightly as cool as I think I am...
Woke this morning feeling groggy. My jaw still clenched tightly, stress levels particularly high these days, and a headache surmounting. I push myself up by the elbow, propping myself to a near upright position. Sharp pain shoots up my arm, my body collapses back down into the bed. I reach over, grab my elbow, and lay on my back staring at the ceiling. Then I begin to recall...
Quite an interesting evening. I had decided to meet up with a random net-person, not something I do often (matter of fact, I've only ever done this once, and this is how I met Melissa, the girl of my dreams). I had little plans for the evening, I needed to get out of the house, so it seemed like it would at least alleviate my boredom. So I spent my evening driving around Anna Maria Island, getting myself, my brother, and four strange lesbians lost on a small piece of land.
At one point, in the aimless wandering, the two cars pulled over to a 7-11 for refreshments. Jason and I wander in, sizing up our traveling companions. Throughout the bulk of the evening, we have not had to actually interact with any of them, as we've been journeying in separate vehicles. Trying desperately not to make quick decisions, I assume there is much going on in this other vehicle, and ask no questions.
I purchase a No-Carb Arizona Iced Tea, then wander back to the Jeep. Finally, the other half of the party arrives. I light a cigarette, throw the jeep into reverse, ready to disappear once again into the night, when a shout comes from the second car.
"Got a lighter?"
I fish for my extra lighter (not about to hand over my Zippo), and hang out my window, contemplating whether I get out or just toss it. Taking the lazy route, I toss it from my window to that of the neighboring vehicle.
I missed.
Without thinking, I jump out of the Jeep to retrieve the instrument. When I do this, my brother lets out a yell, shouting for me to rescue him. I turn to find my car rolling backwards, still in reverse. Shit.
I sidestep, running parallel to the hulking mass, then try to jump into it, tossing a leg inside. I lose my footing and the next thing I know, I've fallen onto my arm, then rolled to my back. The tires are coming closer to my legs now, so, instinctively, my left leg dives back into the Jeep, my foot immediately finding and planting itself on the brake.
"Jason, put the car in park!"
I bark out the order, slightly ticked off that he didn't just reach for the parking brake nestled in the console, right within his grasp. Or, hell, even pushing the car into park when it first started rolling. But, it's done now, and I lay on my back, one foot on the brake inside the car, a lit cigarette still in my hand. I take a short puff, then leap to my feet in a seamless motion. Dusting myself off, I glance up at the company of four, all standing in horror, every door on the car flung open.
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I'm a daredevil."
This greatly lightens the mood, and relief through laughter overwhelms our group. I climb back into my car, finish my cigarette, and feel the rush of adrenaline slowly flee from my body. My heart rate goes back to a healthy level, my head gets it's blood back, and suddenly there is a rush of warmth all around my elbow. Pounding slightly, and beginning to tighten, I glance down at the forming road rash. Blood, but not a lot. And suddenly the area was swollen, seemingly before my eyes.
Quite the adventure this has been, I think to myself, then turn up the radio. I wonder what the hell could possibly happen next.
Hey, at least I got my mind off of Melissa for a few minutes there.
I've decided the strangest part of this situation, and this may sound ridiculous, but, when I was a kid, I had this recurring dream. In this dream, mom or dad would stop at a 7-11 and run inside, leaving the car on with me in it. Suddenly the car would start rolling backwards, and over a couple of hills, oddly enough, before I managed to climb over and, in an 8 year old state, start driving myself to safety. I had this dream thousands of times when I was a kid, and it's very peculiar to me that now, suddenly, I've done just what they have in those dreams, in front of the same damn location. I think the whole "7-11" thing irks me the most.
Ah well, write more later.
Quite an interesting evening. I had decided to meet up with a random net-person, not something I do often (matter of fact, I've only ever done this once, and this is how I met Melissa, the girl of my dreams). I had little plans for the evening, I needed to get out of the house, so it seemed like it would at least alleviate my boredom. So I spent my evening driving around Anna Maria Island, getting myself, my brother, and four strange lesbians lost on a small piece of land.
At one point, in the aimless wandering, the two cars pulled over to a 7-11 for refreshments. Jason and I wander in, sizing up our traveling companions. Throughout the bulk of the evening, we have not had to actually interact with any of them, as we've been journeying in separate vehicles. Trying desperately not to make quick decisions, I assume there is much going on in this other vehicle, and ask no questions.
I purchase a No-Carb Arizona Iced Tea, then wander back to the Jeep. Finally, the other half of the party arrives. I light a cigarette, throw the jeep into reverse, ready to disappear once again into the night, when a shout comes from the second car.
"Got a lighter?"
I fish for my extra lighter (not about to hand over my Zippo), and hang out my window, contemplating whether I get out or just toss it. Taking the lazy route, I toss it from my window to that of the neighboring vehicle.
I missed.
Without thinking, I jump out of the Jeep to retrieve the instrument. When I do this, my brother lets out a yell, shouting for me to rescue him. I turn to find my car rolling backwards, still in reverse. Shit.
I sidestep, running parallel to the hulking mass, then try to jump into it, tossing a leg inside. I lose my footing and the next thing I know, I've fallen onto my arm, then rolled to my back. The tires are coming closer to my legs now, so, instinctively, my left leg dives back into the Jeep, my foot immediately finding and planting itself on the brake.
"Jason, put the car in park!"
I bark out the order, slightly ticked off that he didn't just reach for the parking brake nestled in the console, right within his grasp. Or, hell, even pushing the car into park when it first started rolling. But, it's done now, and I lay on my back, one foot on the brake inside the car, a lit cigarette still in my hand. I take a short puff, then leap to my feet in a seamless motion. Dusting myself off, I glance up at the company of four, all standing in horror, every door on the car flung open.
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I'm a daredevil."
This greatly lightens the mood, and relief through laughter overwhelms our group. I climb back into my car, finish my cigarette, and feel the rush of adrenaline slowly flee from my body. My heart rate goes back to a healthy level, my head gets it's blood back, and suddenly there is a rush of warmth all around my elbow. Pounding slightly, and beginning to tighten, I glance down at the forming road rash. Blood, but not a lot. And suddenly the area was swollen, seemingly before my eyes.
Quite the adventure this has been, I think to myself, then turn up the radio. I wonder what the hell could possibly happen next.
Hey, at least I got my mind off of Melissa for a few minutes there.
I've decided the strangest part of this situation, and this may sound ridiculous, but, when I was a kid, I had this recurring dream. In this dream, mom or dad would stop at a 7-11 and run inside, leaving the car on with me in it. Suddenly the car would start rolling backwards, and over a couple of hills, oddly enough, before I managed to climb over and, in an 8 year old state, start driving myself to safety. I had this dream thousands of times when I was a kid, and it's very peculiar to me that now, suddenly, I've done just what they have in those dreams, in front of the same damn location. I think the whole "7-11" thing irks me the most.
Ah well, write more later.