Just went outside. Heard beeping. Snowplow beeping. Feared the absolute worse thing that can happen to any innocent person: car getting towed. Pondered "Rather raped than towed" line of bumper stickers. Bad taste? Perhaps. Watched enormous, DUNE-like machine get stuck trying to plow the hilly side street next to my apartment buildings. One more inch backwards and he's colliding with a little red car behind him with "Educated Women For Boozing" bumper sticker. Poor devil, huge monster truck tires spinning to no effect. Who tows the big rigs? Apache helicopter? The Rock?
Got cold. Noticed sorority girl watching me from brightly lit apartment window. Exchanged, "What the fuck?" look with sorority girl. Finally noticed it was cold outside. Glanced at big spinning rig one more time and headed back into domicile.
Can still hear that beeping.
Tonight, it's inside all of us.
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About Me
- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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2 comments:
It is inside of me, Bloggie. And now I go shovel.
yes. This saga had much more to it, it turns out, and it ended with me getting my car stuck about 7 times and a $45 parking ticket.
Life man.
Life.
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