on a blustery drive home

and stoping global warming with your sphincter

Good afternoon dear reader!

I dreamt about a y’all last night.

Well.

No one specifically, but I dreamt that I wrote as I passed out at 9pm on the couch.

It was truly Friday indeed and I was in need of a rest.

Typically, I’ve been able to rest while the truck drives back from the Valley.

But last night was different.

Last night the wind did blow and the truck did rattle and heave.

Ricky, I’m a bit nervous about this. Have you ever driven in 110 km/h winds like this?

Ricky, my driver has close to a decade on the roads. Ricky didn’t care.

I’ve driven through blizzards and high winds before, but nothing this strong.

That wasn’t entirely reassuring. I persisted, hoping he’d get off the 100 series highway and take one of the back roads home. Sure, it wouldn’t be as fast but it would be more relaxing.

Ricky wasn’t taking the hint.

You know, they’ve closed the bridge to heavy and high sided vehicles like this one.

Ricky was still short on fucks, So?

Do these delivery trucks ever get toppled over in a high …