The drive home (part three)
I walked out of Waffle House on Rt 81 in Virginia.. there was a chill in the air that was probably there already but I was so mad for so long that I was steaming. When I walked out after feeling so great and refreshed, it was chilly.
I threw on my windbreaker and hopped in the car.. I turned on the heat for the first time on the trip. I got a bit of debris I wasn't expecting, I was pretty sure I hadn't used the heat to this point.. so I figured the dust should be expected.. after all I was moving from Vegas. I didn't use it there.
Even though it was an old car, it seemed like a touch much.. and I thought I saw a couple hairs.. so I was OH MY FUCKING GOD.
The roadkill.
My undercarriage.
Did I just hit puree in my car and just got doused with smkafl;ajfspowfj[]qjpoqjgpqd FUCK
ANIMAL FLAKES?!?!
I JUST had a great meal.
I am READY!
I am wearing dead animal flesh KHJFDKLJHWSKPLJHWSFKLPHSKPLJHPKLJFHFKPJ
GOD DAMN IT!!!!!!!!
However.. I did not know that for sure, but I assure anyone reading this? I was very jumpy and itchy for MILES.
Another hundred miles before I turn east. I get close to the turn and I am spent again.. it's getting really hard at this point. I am on East Coast time now but it's just before six. NO ONE can help. Every friend I have ever had is asleep! Too early for the east coast, and it's 3AM in Vegas. I am on my own.
I pull in to a rest area, and Todd calls.. I tell him what I just wrote and we have fun. He implores me as a best friend should, to stay there and sleep. I try, but ........... no good. I close my eyes for 20 minutes, say screw it, and it's on.
I hit the turn to go east.. I'm headed for the coast now. Thing is, the sun rises in the east. It was about 7AM.. I got to a point where I just flat out couldn't see anymore between the sun and the exhaustion.
In my head, all I want is to make great time. Every minute I waste is potentially another minute I'm not with her. Yeah that's not usually me.. but this isn't just any chick.
The sun KILLED me. It left me almost stranded. I had nothing left. I shouldn't have. I wanted to stop and get a room in southern Virginia. And that was AFTER I passed on a room in Tennessee. Now I'm in ... Maryland?
I pulled off the highway. DEAD. I didn't care that I sat in a parking lot of a very small strip mall with Nevada plates dead at the wheel. I was prepared to deal with cops or anyone else who had a problem with me sitting there like the homeless man I was in the car.
I was numb. It was almost 8AM. I closed my eyes for a bit.. I knew how close I was to getting to Craig. There was no way I was getting a room or stopping now. But I had NOTHING. I thought I did, but at this point, like Todd warned me, if I pushed and pushed, I was going to crash BADLY. And I did.
I thought closing my eyes and waiting for the sun to get up over us a little more would be enough. It wasn't. I made the drive.. But I will now admit this for the first time.. for the second time in my life, I am fairly certain I drove a large portion of the highway asleep. I hit the rumble strip a LOT. Sometimes 5 seconds apart. Hit it, regain composure, and hit it again immediately.
I SAY this because the ride wasn't that long. But I made it a little after 9AM.. made to to Craig and Kristen Colby's compound on Wednesday morning around 9AM.
Thank Christ.
Last leg of the drive is next.
I threw on my windbreaker and hopped in the car.. I turned on the heat for the first time on the trip. I got a bit of debris I wasn't expecting, I was pretty sure I hadn't used the heat to this point.. so I figured the dust should be expected.. after all I was moving from Vegas. I didn't use it there.
Even though it was an old car, it seemed like a touch much.. and I thought I saw a couple hairs.. so I was OH MY FUCKING GOD.
The roadkill.
My undercarriage.
Did I just hit puree in my car and just got doused with smkafl;ajfspowfj[]qjpoqjgpqd FUCK
ANIMAL FLAKES?!?!
I JUST had a great meal.
I am READY!
I am wearing dead animal flesh KHJFDKLJHWSKPLJHWSFKLPHSKPLJHPKLJFHFKPJ
GOD DAMN IT!!!!!!!!
However.. I did not know that for sure, but I assure anyone reading this? I was very jumpy and itchy for MILES.
Another hundred miles before I turn east. I get close to the turn and I am spent again.. it's getting really hard at this point. I am on East Coast time now but it's just before six. NO ONE can help. Every friend I have ever had is asleep! Too early for the east coast, and it's 3AM in Vegas. I am on my own.
I pull in to a rest area, and Todd calls.. I tell him what I just wrote and we have fun. He implores me as a best friend should, to stay there and sleep. I try, but ........... no good. I close my eyes for 20 minutes, say screw it, and it's on.
I hit the turn to go east.. I'm headed for the coast now. Thing is, the sun rises in the east. It was about 7AM.. I got to a point where I just flat out couldn't see anymore between the sun and the exhaustion.
In my head, all I want is to make great time. Every minute I waste is potentially another minute I'm not with her. Yeah that's not usually me.. but this isn't just any chick.
The sun KILLED me. It left me almost stranded. I had nothing left. I shouldn't have. I wanted to stop and get a room in southern Virginia. And that was AFTER I passed on a room in Tennessee. Now I'm in ... Maryland?
I pulled off the highway. DEAD. I didn't care that I sat in a parking lot of a very small strip mall with Nevada plates dead at the wheel. I was prepared to deal with cops or anyone else who had a problem with me sitting there like the homeless man I was in the car.
I was numb. It was almost 8AM. I closed my eyes for a bit.. I knew how close I was to getting to Craig. There was no way I was getting a room or stopping now. But I had NOTHING. I thought I did, but at this point, like Todd warned me, if I pushed and pushed, I was going to crash BADLY. And I did.
I thought closing my eyes and waiting for the sun to get up over us a little more would be enough. It wasn't. I made the drive.. But I will now admit this for the first time.. for the second time in my life, I am fairly certain I drove a large portion of the highway asleep. I hit the rumble strip a LOT. Sometimes 5 seconds apart. Hit it, regain composure, and hit it again immediately.
I SAY this because the ride wasn't that long. But I made it a little after 9AM.. made to to Craig and Kristen Colby's compound on Wednesday morning around 9AM.
Thank Christ.
Last leg of the drive is next.