Saturday, February 15, 2003

I'll Write My Suicide Note On A Hundered Dollar Bill

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

Ford 3
I was thinking today. I don't think my car was destroyed as a result of an ice patch. I was looking at it, but my thought process was, at the time, a bit muddled. As I stood there looking over the car, and studying where the wheel used to be. Then I walked over to the wheel in question (quite a walk). The tire had completely seperated from the rim. It would seem more likely that I hit a pothole or something, the tire came loose. While one is cruising down the interstate, and one has a tire that decides to go "pfft!," rumor has it, those things happen.

Ah well. I have my bearings now.


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