I’m driving on the 91 Freeway.
4th of July.
The term independence day is sounding funny to me.
I’m dependent on a lot of things.
Danielle Howle’s mix of folk/country/rock is playing.
Gonna fake some summer fun.
It’s not like i haven’t felt this way before.
I’m still frightened about getting swept up in this.
It’s like that line from that Throwing Muses song.
"You put cake down my throat and in my face"
I didn’t even have time to look at it.
Frosting?
Pay attention, the 15 is coming up.
All right, so what is this about?
Try to think clearly. I’m creating an outline
I’ll make those community college english classes pay off.
There are a couple of parts to this.
List them. 3? Maybe 3. Let us see.
O.k. there’s the whole friendship thing
Are we really as similar as i think?
If we are then how come i was really scraping the bottom
of the barrel trying to find things to talk about with him?
Looking through the back issue bin
This one doesn’t look that bad...wait....
Was that a question?
Then there’s the whole sex thing.
Oh yeah, the sex thing.
It doesn’t help that he’s attractive and is
what my friends would call "my type".
My type
Like I’m cruising for a blood donor.
"Check him out, he’s totally B positive"
"Are you sure?"
"Dude, look at his shoes!"
Here’s my exit.
Focus, man. Sex. Let’s tackle this
Straighten out your sunglasses.
What’s the word on the street?
His street?
Hmmmm.....it could be...the streets.
Would that be a good thing?
Well, from what I’ve heard....if i try hard enough i could probably get into his pants
THAT’S NOT ALL I WANT THOUGH!!!
What if he’s a slut? What if his idea of a relationship is a guy he fucked who came 3 times in one night?
"Yeah, so like, we were practically like...married and shit"
Shit, i haven’t been up here in a long time. I wonder if can find my way to the house.
Remember that note you wrote to yourself yesterday?
The one that ended with "....don’t stress, have fun with this. I am having fun"
This doesn’t feel fun.
Yeah, i totally recognize this street.

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