I’m haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words.
I’ve been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint.
—Richard Brautigan
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some huge ford f-9000 must have not seen me driving in the lane next to him as he abruptly swerved into my lane to catch the faster traffic. All I remember is watched a tidal wave of white side door crashing into me, and I pulled some crazy 2fast2furious controlled chaos in response to chaos maneuver, barely escaping a collision into 2 cars on either side of me. The guy didn’t even realize he almost caused a 3+ car collision going 70 mph…
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