the most monday end to a saturday in a bit

saturday night was great until it wasn’t…

…and then DAMNED if it wasn’t.

it started with work dough coming up short, which literally NEVER happens with me. then the time drug out. and h-e-b didn’t have what i needed. and every light kept going red for no reason (i started to literally run them for fun) and everyone was driving like an idiot – cutting you off, stopping short, and then giving me the finger. that kinda trip. i did the last part of it with my nine in my lap (no bullshit). the only positive was when i got on 183, all was clear, dry, and well…

…for about three minutes. then i hit a wall of traffic at 10:34 at night, followed by a cattle herding of all traffic onto a street slightly wider and slightly shittier than my driveway, where we got to go SEVEN miles an hour at max, surrounded by cops with lights and sirens whelping, and adding about twenty-plus minutes to the excursion home. then i finally hit the open road and flew.

compared to night with car trouble or hitting that deer i guess it wasn’t too bad – but it definitely