Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Bummer of an ID Number
This taxi was in front of me the other day. Wouldn't it suck to have car #666? What if you got to your fare and the person got all freaky and wouldn't get in your car? I wonder if he ever gets that.
I'm such a snot, I'd probably request taxi 666! HA
ReplyDeleteokay, where are you?