Tuesday, October 13, 2009

like hauling dynamite

Tilted at 45° leaning in to the radio, your head moving back and forth as though watching a tennis match.
Phone up to ear, gesturing with the other hand off the steering wheel as you obliviously chatter away, 10 below the speed limit. You stopped at a green light, pal. Two deep dents in your trunk lid, scratches on your bumper.
You're a pro, heh?

I let up on the gas, fading back, and hold my breath waiting for the blast.

2 Comments:

Blogger Blog Princess G said...

Mmmmm... sounds rough. Hope the rest of your day was better Phil. :)

10/14/2009 8:32 PM  
Blogger phil said...


Oh no, G, it was quite amusing really. Things like that I really live for. :)

10/14/2009 10:40 PM  

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