I drove home from Fargo yesterday in a co-worker's car... (long story... check back later.)
The back-seat view looked more like Lake Michigan than the wheat fields of their custom. And by Lake Michigan, I mean Lake Michigan gone Niagara Falls.
The 1.5 hour drive took four. The water buried roads like a dead bodies. Ice glaciers buoyed where hay bails should have been.
At one point I asked the driver, is this a pontoon or a Pontiac?
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter. - Victor is finally home from Japan and I didn’t set the house on fire or eat any of our pets while he was gone. Yay for the small things! He always comes b...
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