2:44 a.m. - 2009-08-14
Flappy.
Person: Clown
Location: Highway
Activity: Changing a tire
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"If you are cheap and you have long hair, brush your hair over someones balls..."
This is what is on the podcast that I am listening to. On the way home from work, a long day at work and it was apparently what I was listening to on the way *to* work. Its almost dark out now, I spent too much time on my way out of the building talking to Rick.
So, here I am, on the phone with my mother. Who is telling me about the woman who had waxed her today. I aone out and am still regretting going to the dentist on lunch break. Though the pain pills he gave me do help a little. Makes the thought of my mother, at age... forty six now(?) getting waxed, a little less horrid. I zone out and as I drive out of town on highway 89 I approach a car on the side of the road. I think little of it because this happens a lot. And being pretty much in the middle of no where, you can not get AAA. Though this time the person on the side of the road with this little red car, seems... Odd. Mayne it is just the big red hair. Which makes me think it is a little older woman. So I think I should pull off and help her. But as I slow down and get closer I notice how large the persons frame is. Must be a man. So why would a man, on the side of the road, have such big hair...
The clothes tip me off. Big and billowing, with huge red shoes. That I notied are tied with big flowers holding the laces together.
A clown.
A fucking clown.
I speed up and then begin to wonder if the drugs the doctor gave me are working a little good.
