The drive was long. I felt the eighteen hours in my right ass cheek--burning, aching, intensifying every minute.
The Travel Plaza smelled like bleach, or chlorine, but mostly of sticky hands and sweaty arm pits. Tattoos and teenie boppers, the life guards throwing smiles like vomit in a bucket. My stomach was upset but I was too hungry to say "no" to the cheeseburger. I ate it on the road--another curving highway, another ketchup stain on my shirt.
Sing along favorites now grated in my ears. I'm tired and if that asshole in the Explorer doesn't get off my ass...I'm tempted to slam the brakes and catch him in my front seat. I wonder how white his teeth are covered in blood. Do they gleam?
Road trips used to be fun.
The Travel Plaza smelled like bleach, or chlorine, but mostly of sticky hands and sweaty arm pits. Tattoos and teenie boppers, the life guards throwing smiles like vomit in a bucket. My stomach was upset but I was too hungry to say "no" to the cheeseburger. I ate it on the road--another curving highway, another ketchup stain on my shirt.
Sing along favorites now grated in my ears. I'm tired and if that asshole in the Explorer doesn't get off my ass...I'm tempted to slam the brakes and catch him in my front seat. I wonder how white his teeth are covered in blood. Do they gleam?
Road trips used to be fun.
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azkadellia:
I will bake something special for your impending arrival.
azkadellia:
shit, at this rate, the banana creme pie will still be in my fridge.