monkeybutt

so fucking dr. skelbar and me, we're driving, see, and the wind's blowing through the windows and the clouds are low in the west and rain is falling lightly on the windshield. we're heading toward the darkest clouds, and i see lightning flicker down and touch the ground in the distance. the wind is blowing harder and harder, shaking my hair into my eyes. i see a small dust devil dancing across the desert to my left and i long to go dance with it, to leave this journey behind. dr. skelbar is getting on my nerves, that fucker, and he's doing too much coke on this trip. he thinks he's hunter s. thompson. he's even taken on the nonsense moniker "dr." to try to be cooler than he really is.

and so i drive, trying to ignore his petty ass.