Dear Mr. Tailgater Guy: First of all, let me preface this by saying how well I understand that where ever you are going is always going to be more important than where I am going. I understand that the world revolves around you, and that me and my puny vehicle, while still traveling at five
I am all angsty today. Why? The new HOV lane. I don’t know if any of you out there have these in your cities, but recently Tacoma has put in two stretches of toll roads. One is the Narrows bridge. If you don’t have a little “Good To Go” sensor, you have to pay $3.
BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! A hand, finally fumbling from beneath a mound of blankets, groped around on the nightstand until it located the blaring alarm clock. Several tries later, the alarm clock was silenced, and the room regained its early-morning stillness. Forty minutes later, the silence was again
Team! Drunked. I only have one thing to say tonight, and that is: WE RAN THE JAIL LIGHT. Fuck yeah. It was yellow, and I went through it at like 38 miles an hour, but godammit, we made that fuckin’ light. And I am drunked, and honestly, I am trying to spell tings right but it’s too
The fucking jail light. It kills me every time. There is a street in downtown Tacoma with lights every two or three blocks. For those of you who live ’round here, I’m talking about Yakima. Anyway, every time PVDD and I are driving him to work, we take the same route: 56th to M, M