Big green sign;
saying 'Fresh Sod'
in big
white letters.
And I was like, 'Man...
I'm too messed up for this' and
'I shouldn't even
be driving'.
'Uhhhhhh,
why are these people
so slow
at turning'.
'I just want to
go home and
be with
my puppies'.
Wearing pajama pants and
a torn sweater with
Ralph Lauren sunglasses
and a pair of Chuck Taylors.
Nervous and nauseous
from what happened
last night and
this morning.
Hope when
I get home, she's
not too mad
at me.
Just avoid
making any
eye contact and
deny everything.
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