Since it is back to school time, I found a post from my previous blog about those long hours driving to and from college.
“I speak aloud when I drive by myself. It just happens. I get about an hour to two hours out, and I just start talking to myself.
I get distracted.
“What the poop was that?”
I drive this route with my eyes closed.
“How did I get here?”
I belt out Mumford & Sons to my steering wheel.
“HOOOOPELESSSSS WAAAAANDERER!”
I think about something and finish my thought aloud.
“That was such a good time.”
I imagine what it would be like to jump out of a moving vehicle.
“I’d have to be wearing a thick jacket.”
I yell at other drivers.
“The speed limit is 30 through here!”
I imagine what it would be like to jump out of a moving vehicle.
“I’d have to be wearing a thick jacket.”
I yell at other drivers.
“The speed limit is 30 through here!”
P.S. Here‘s the link to the story of the time I thought I saw a werewolf when I was driving home from school. I even got crafty and drew it out for your viewing pleasure.”