Aug 01, 2004 03:54
You sub a week at work.
The money you receive in overtime is expected to last well into the next few months.
You celebrate by attending a Jazz Workshop for a week.
All is good.
Money is spent on vintage LP's and new Nalgenes.
Still good.
Tons left over.
Feeling happy go lucky with the end of the workshop, you decide to turn in your keys early, and leave for Tacoma after the last AM set in the clubs, hoping to spend all of Sunday relaxing at home.
Good idea.
Then you get fucked.
72 in a 60.
And no, batting my eyelashes and biting my nails didn't help any.
In your father's car.
The irony in all of it?
I turned the volume off on my Mingus when I pulled over.
When I drove away, and turned it back up?
Dead Kennedys - Police Truck
So much for the overtime.