Don’t worry, I’m in the passenger seat.
Tense, busy, dark, wet, slick. On the bright side? Rain, not snow.
Lights on the highway always make me think of Christmas.
I was waiting at a red light and I looked over at the road beside me. There was this crack in the road and there were these cigarette butts. I thought: How did they end up there? Did they fall from hands extended out car windows and roll into the crevice? Or were they intentionally dumped there? But it was the middle of the road.
The crap that gets caught in crevices.
It was a long red.Print