Clean, straight sober and hallucinating
You know, when I'm taking the long road home, up I-25, through Pena Blanca, to the old parental estate, sometimes there is a car in front of me, indistinguishable except for its tail lights.
And I swear it is the ghost of my car, as I am racing myself, just as it is in MarioKart.
(Sometimes I think they throw out banana peels)
2005-01-19 | 2:00 a.m.
