just like cars

today offers my return. the faint sounds of clicking fingers and the wheels [or whatever they may be] turning in my head. oh but it was a graceless day, full of gray skies and crashing cars. breakfast at french restaurants and early bedtime. songs about being the perfect man for a certain few things which i haven't quite figured out yet. Just like cars. My first concern was the child in the backseat, though he is not mine. He was scared, but I actually think he felt rather excited to have been in his first accident. Me? Well...It will certainly be a great hassle, but I've never liked the car anyway which makes it all the more easy to ingest. It is cheap-ass and poorly designed. Plasticky. Rickety. Lacking character. I was edgy about that damn woman as she passed me on the highway before taking the exit, driving too fast and zipping all over the place. Fucking around with the radio. Looking at her friend too much while they talked. You simply cannot make that much eye contact while you drive. Alas, I am tired of driving. I Wish I could just ride my bike, or walk everywhere. Just walk.

Posted by jeff at April 10, 2003 10:46 PM

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