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Scenes from my Real Life:
Nov. 17th, 2013 02:36 amLong day. Drove mom up to the only craft shop in Terminus that carried the special yarn she needed. This ride entailed me hung-over trapped in North Avenue traffic frozen due to some sort of costumed marathon that was taking place. We had front row tickets to a jogging cavalcade of pirates, luchadores and Bat Man.
When the cops finally waved for me to go I thought I was in the clear... until we were stopped again at the intersection of Ponce and Freedom Parkway for more marathon shenanigans.
Once on Piedmont I quickly realized we were driving through the first deadly currents of a premature shopping season. The route was flooded with stressed out pilgrims of the eternal sale.
Well fuck it we got the magick yarn and we're golden.On the way home, we decided to break off our the return route in search of a decent Chinese restaurant in the surrounding area and that's when the security company called mom to tell her that her bedroom window has been breached.
Now mom wasn't scared of losing anything except her pekingese which she loved so much and who in turn hated me with open impudence. Well nevertheless I took Moreland then Memorial at 60. Mom didn't say a word as I weaved my way through MARTA buses, inexplicable school buses on a weekend, and every passive aggressive to get their hands on the Mustangs that they must give away somewhere here in Terminus. I kept the radio silent. I didn't say a word. I didn't curse or freak out or anything like that. I was oddly calm. As fast as I was going I knew, I just knew, I would not be stopped. We would not be pulled over. Our cause was just. I was protected by my mission and outdrew every red light that tried to stop me.
When we arrived the window was secure, I bypassed security inside quick and found the pekingese locked inside the master bathroom. Apparently his ensuing hysterics triggered one of the household alarms.
Well, after a start like that to the day I hit the gym, ate some pizza and have been working on Confessions of a Fuck Up Artist pretty much since.
When the cops finally waved for me to go I thought I was in the clear... until we were stopped again at the intersection of Ponce and Freedom Parkway for more marathon shenanigans.
Once on Piedmont I quickly realized we were driving through the first deadly currents of a premature shopping season. The route was flooded with stressed out pilgrims of the eternal sale.
Well fuck it we got the magick yarn and we're golden.On the way home, we decided to break off our the return route in search of a decent Chinese restaurant in the surrounding area and that's when the security company called mom to tell her that her bedroom window has been breached.
Now mom wasn't scared of losing anything except her pekingese which she loved so much and who in turn hated me with open impudence. Well nevertheless I took Moreland then Memorial at 60. Mom didn't say a word as I weaved my way through MARTA buses, inexplicable school buses on a weekend, and every passive aggressive to get their hands on the Mustangs that they must give away somewhere here in Terminus. I kept the radio silent. I didn't say a word. I didn't curse or freak out or anything like that. I was oddly calm. As fast as I was going I knew, I just knew, I would not be stopped. We would not be pulled over. Our cause was just. I was protected by my mission and outdrew every red light that tried to stop me.
When we arrived the window was secure, I bypassed security inside quick and found the pekingese locked inside the master bathroom. Apparently his ensuing hysterics triggered one of the household alarms.
Well, after a start like that to the day I hit the gym, ate some pizza and have been working on Confessions of a Fuck Up Artist pretty much since.
