Fucking stores closed Cabrina said not so gracefully as she walked back from the porch. Every store, for the next 200 miles will be locked and apparently dead to our visions, and no change in direction will assume a different path.
Dont talk to me in your psychoanalytic tones as though you are saying some crazy thing I will never understand, its not the time nor has it been the time at all today to take on your superior path or your silly antics. Just shut up and sit in the back seat, Im going to let Daisy sit shotgun. She was obviously pretty moderately pissed off, so I, in true fashion pushed her to be just a little bit more so.
And dont eat all the fucking potato chips.
Around five minutes later she fell asleep and stayed so for quite a long time. I turned the radio on and listened to some sad song about a mans best help quitting for a job in Hollywood, only to turn up in the pictures and forget all about his promise to return after a year. It was one of those songs that would be depressing even if it had no words, or even if the words were about a peaceful day in love, rich, and happy. It wasnt what I would listen to normally, but it seemed to fit so I kept the station on, and let the western music guide my hands for the driving into the night.
Colorado SR 160 was indeed pretty deserted so I can understand her premonition that all the stores would be closed, but she has a way of talking like a philosopher that makes me cringe, as though she thinks in a way that nobody can understand. Its the way she is, and I love her to death for it, although It does make me want to choke her. Daisy was a dog we saw outside of Denver eating grass to induce vomiting, so we picked it up and fed it the last can of tuna wed had.
It should be mentioned that we are not American, and that we are from Edinburgh, Scotland. We were in the states to meet a business partner of hers in Nevada, so I can also understand her general anxiety throughout the full trip, although I did find it to be quite unnecessary. The car we drove was stolen, although I doubt itd been noticed, for the car was quite hidden in the lawn of a very trashy man in Alamosa. The car had an odor but it ran pretty well and was good for the price.
She woke up around 8 and kicked the dog out of the front seat. She sat there quietly for an hour or so before saying anything. She then commenced apologizing as she always did for acting childish before her nap. I forgave her as always and asked her to drive cause I was pretty tired. We held hands for a while and talked about avoiding her business partner, and driving instead to Arizona for the view. We didnt of course, but we always had fun talking about things such as that. We both loved the mystery that the unknown twists and turns of the road held, and we loved more the views of places wed never seen. We made it to her meeting the next day and stayed through the night. We decided to ditch the car, and hitchhiked to New York for the flight home.
We stayed pretty loaded the whole time and talked a hell of a lot, and when we got back to Scotland felt quite a bit closer than we did before. A lot has happened since then, including the birth of our baby girl. The name at first eluded us for quite some time, but one night three weeks after her birth, while watching an old film from Hollywood, the name came to both of us rather suddenly like a bolt of Colorado lightning in the high mountain sky. Wed called her Daisy Connelly, for reasons unknown.
Dont talk to me in your psychoanalytic tones as though you are saying some crazy thing I will never understand, its not the time nor has it been the time at all today to take on your superior path or your silly antics. Just shut up and sit in the back seat, Im going to let Daisy sit shotgun. She was obviously pretty moderately pissed off, so I, in true fashion pushed her to be just a little bit more so.
And dont eat all the fucking potato chips.
Around five minutes later she fell asleep and stayed so for quite a long time. I turned the radio on and listened to some sad song about a mans best help quitting for a job in Hollywood, only to turn up in the pictures and forget all about his promise to return after a year. It was one of those songs that would be depressing even if it had no words, or even if the words were about a peaceful day in love, rich, and happy. It wasnt what I would listen to normally, but it seemed to fit so I kept the station on, and let the western music guide my hands for the driving into the night.
Colorado SR 160 was indeed pretty deserted so I can understand her premonition that all the stores would be closed, but she has a way of talking like a philosopher that makes me cringe, as though she thinks in a way that nobody can understand. Its the way she is, and I love her to death for it, although It does make me want to choke her. Daisy was a dog we saw outside of Denver eating grass to induce vomiting, so we picked it up and fed it the last can of tuna wed had.
It should be mentioned that we are not American, and that we are from Edinburgh, Scotland. We were in the states to meet a business partner of hers in Nevada, so I can also understand her general anxiety throughout the full trip, although I did find it to be quite unnecessary. The car we drove was stolen, although I doubt itd been noticed, for the car was quite hidden in the lawn of a very trashy man in Alamosa. The car had an odor but it ran pretty well and was good for the price.
She woke up around 8 and kicked the dog out of the front seat. She sat there quietly for an hour or so before saying anything. She then commenced apologizing as she always did for acting childish before her nap. I forgave her as always and asked her to drive cause I was pretty tired. We held hands for a while and talked about avoiding her business partner, and driving instead to Arizona for the view. We didnt of course, but we always had fun talking about things such as that. We both loved the mystery that the unknown twists and turns of the road held, and we loved more the views of places wed never seen. We made it to her meeting the next day and stayed through the night. We decided to ditch the car, and hitchhiked to New York for the flight home.
We stayed pretty loaded the whole time and talked a hell of a lot, and when we got back to Scotland felt quite a bit closer than we did before. A lot has happened since then, including the birth of our baby girl. The name at first eluded us for quite some time, but one night three weeks after her birth, while watching an old film from Hollywood, the name came to both of us rather suddenly like a bolt of Colorado lightning in the high mountain sky. Wed called her Daisy Connelly, for reasons unknown.
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