posting via bberry. the freeway is a mass of hulking twisted smoking metal. they're evrywhere.
someone had crashed into the back of my car. i had to. i had to take her car. she...i couldn't do anything to help her.
i'm here at the tree. i just drove off the road and into the high brush. i called Wolf and he answered, thank gods, said he was delayed and to stay put. happy tears, laughter. he found a gunstore and helped himself. also, a landrover. that's our joke. if the apocalypse comes, i get a yellow landrover.
gods, i wonder if its yellow.
they're in the taco bell across the street. i can hear them. sounds like wet meat in a blender with a bad porno playing in the background.
flist, spare me some mojo. i know you're probably as bad off as me, but mojo grows as you share it.