Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Speeding along, I'll be lifted up by the black asphalt tearing from the earth, propelling unnaturally toward heaven. The usual suspects no longer abound as we are all deemed to be of an independent variety. Further along, I'll run into my background and awkwardly shuffle two hand-me-down boots and stare at change on the pavement. Abe'll mock me, refusing good luck, as concerned souls give sideways glances attempting to decipher the bizarre anomaly. All together then we'll sit patiently through the entire process relying on our perceived notions of etiquette, calmly applauding at the end of the service and ride out in separate directions with little more than a nod from either party.