Well, I thought about the Army; Dad said, "Son, you're fucking high."
I may or may not have gotten the cops called on me tonight. It's unlikely, but I'd still like to think that I did.
Story: I was hanging out at a friend's house, and when it came time to go home, I wasn't in a mood to be home. So I left and went for a drive- out to the place where I used to ride horses. I thought I'd go give them a visit, you know? I was in the kind of quiet, slightly frustrated mood that's perfectly suited for late night drives down a two-lane road. After about twenty minutes, I get to the place. It's pretty remote- there's a few houses across the street, but for the most part, it's dark. I mill around for a little while looking for the horses, but either they're not there anymore (v. unlikely) or just chilling in the middle of the paddock where it's too dark for me to see them. Giving up, I go back to my car and drive slowly on the road past the paddock, looking for the elusive equines. Then, I get an idea: it's dark! I can stargaze for a little while! I turn off my car again, put on the parking lights, and stand outside my car for a few minutes, looking at all the stars that I can never see in Suburbia.
Finally, it strikes me. I'm a teenage girl. It's near midnight, and I'm standing alone in the middle of a dark country lane. I'm paying more attention to the stars than I to what's going on around me. Not exactly the safest thing for me to be doing..... and with that note, I pretty much ruined the stargazing mood and replaced it with a "what has the world come to" mood. With the feeling lost, I started my car back up and drove off.
I was flipping through the radio, and this really good song came on. It's by Rascal Flatts and it's called "Take Me There". Yeahyeah, sappy country song, I know. Anyway, I turned it pretty much all the way up as I made my way back through the country lanes and back onto the two lane road (which I'm loathe to call a highway, but it's a close enough comparision for these purposes). I'm singing at the top of my lungs. "I want to go down every road you've been! Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live, where you keep the rest of your life hid, I want to know the girl behind that pretty smile.... TAKE ME THEREEEEE!" I finish it up with a smashing finale, and my applause is.... police sirens? Coming down the other lane is a police car. "Huh," I think, then change the radio station. To my delight, "Take Me There" is playing on another station! Yes! I keep singing. A minute later, another police car goes wailing past me, followed by another one. Three police cars driving into pretty much the middle of nowhere. A bit worried for whoever needed that much help, I was thinking up what could have happened. What if something happened where I came from? A serial killer in the bushes! An armed robbery! My imagination is going wild.
Then, a sobering thought comes upon me. It's unlikely, but what if someone called the cops on me? They probably wouldn't come with sirens blaring, but what if someone in one of those houses looked out their window and saw a car idling outside a pasture with a young-looking girl standing by it? A bit suspicious. I came very close to turning around and following the coppers, but decided that I should just go home.
Story: I was hanging out at a friend's house, and when it came time to go home, I wasn't in a mood to be home. So I left and went for a drive- out to the place where I used to ride horses. I thought I'd go give them a visit, you know? I was in the kind of quiet, slightly frustrated mood that's perfectly suited for late night drives down a two-lane road. After about twenty minutes, I get to the place. It's pretty remote- there's a few houses across the street, but for the most part, it's dark. I mill around for a little while looking for the horses, but either they're not there anymore (v. unlikely) or just chilling in the middle of the paddock where it's too dark for me to see them. Giving up, I go back to my car and drive slowly on the road past the paddock, looking for the elusive equines. Then, I get an idea: it's dark! I can stargaze for a little while! I turn off my car again, put on the parking lights, and stand outside my car for a few minutes, looking at all the stars that I can never see in Suburbia.
Finally, it strikes me. I'm a teenage girl. It's near midnight, and I'm standing alone in the middle of a dark country lane. I'm paying more attention to the stars than I to what's going on around me. Not exactly the safest thing for me to be doing..... and with that note, I pretty much ruined the stargazing mood and replaced it with a "what has the world come to" mood. With the feeling lost, I started my car back up and drove off.
I was flipping through the radio, and this really good song came on. It's by Rascal Flatts and it's called "Take Me There". Yeahyeah, sappy country song, I know. Anyway, I turned it pretty much all the way up as I made my way back through the country lanes and back onto the two lane road (which I'm loathe to call a highway, but it's a close enough comparision for these purposes). I'm singing at the top of my lungs. "I want to go down every road you've been! Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live, where you keep the rest of your life hid, I want to know the girl behind that pretty smile.... TAKE ME THEREEEEE!" I finish it up with a smashing finale, and my applause is.... police sirens? Coming down the other lane is a police car. "Huh," I think, then change the radio station. To my delight, "Take Me There" is playing on another station! Yes! I keep singing. A minute later, another police car goes wailing past me, followed by another one. Three police cars driving into pretty much the middle of nowhere. A bit worried for whoever needed that much help, I was thinking up what could have happened. What if something happened where I came from? A serial killer in the bushes! An armed robbery! My imagination is going wild.
Then, a sobering thought comes upon me. It's unlikely, but what if someone called the cops on me? They probably wouldn't come with sirens blaring, but what if someone in one of those houses looked out their window and saw a car idling outside a pasture with a young-looking girl standing by it? A bit suspicious. I came very close to turning around and following the coppers, but decided that I should just go home.