traffic. saturday afternoon on 880.

traffic. saturday afternoon on 880. why why why i ask myself. Then it hits. football. GODDAMMIT. fucking football. i'm stuck in traffic after teaching in freemont for three hours because of the raiders. oh, how i detest such things. people with their cars decorated absurdly, honking and waving at one another. tailgate parties. drunkeness. hotdogs. pj harvey sings to me perfectly. "until my middle name was excess." i drive home, wondering what the rest of my day will bring. maybe i will finally clean my fishtank and buy a new fish. maybe i will name him federico. maybe i too will be drunk before sundown. maybe i will read and drink tea. who knows?