so my heart feel like it’s literally swelling out of my chest. Like it’s going to come out of my body. Perhaps this is because Nicole is behind the wheel of my car and she’s been drinking. Drinking all day in fact. We just cam from Jen’s house where they were playing poker and i don’t know how many times they had to tell her “it’s a tournement” because she kept trying to buy her way into the table. Because my heart feels the way it does i tell her that i think i’m developing an ulcer, either that or i’m pregnant, or the idea that i am pregnant is giving me an ulcer. We’re driving around in Kingwood again and there’s a thick fog. It started to really creep me out on the back roads, all dark, my car almost out of gas. I thought we would break down, or hit something and we’d be taken hostage by some creepy villinous creature that dwells in the back country of Kingwood. Seriously. When we get on to Rt. 12 which is like state trooper heaven i have to keep telling her to stop swerving. She keeps trying to adjust but nothing seems to be happening. When i tell her about the troopers she just giggles and says “there’s only ever one on this road; we’ll be at the cut off point soon” and in my mind i’m like what fucking cutoff point, the one where we crash, or get pulled over?. So when we finally hit Old Croton just exhale and my heart begins to resume its normal size. We pass an awesome car though.
Jalopy
Apparently they owners even decorate it with christmas lights in the winter months. Just because it’s so stupendous. We’re on the home stretch and i’m feeling ok again. My night of terror has ended and i’m not sure whether to be thankful or disapointed.