Driving on a Lonely Dark Road…
As I drive down a long stretch of highway, head pounding, the garbage trucks are on thier way to their daily grind. It got me thinking… have you ever seen a garbage truck at a gas station? They drive around all day where do they get gas? I mean how big is the gas tank?
As I continue my drive I see an unforturnate civilian pulled over. It got me thinking again (it’s also 6am) how would you react if a policeman pulled you over and he was in his pajamas? What if he went on to say that he had just left his child’s school who was having a pajama party?
- JLV
“So much of life, it seems to me, is determined by pure randomness” -SP
