August 2005 Archives
3 AM last night I decided it would be a brilliant idea to drive to my parents house and go to sleep, because if I made a plan to go in the morning I would oversleep and fail to see the point of it once I did wake up.
About 4 AM outside of Lake Mills I'm struggling to keep my eyes open when suddenly my car is struggling to keep moving. Never ran out of gas before, it was a very interesting experience. Coaxed it as far as I could and then walked 3 miles to the nearest exit and bought a gasoline container. Carried 2.5 gallons back 3 miles to my car. Filled it up. Nothing. Not a fucking thing. Walked BACK 3 miles to the gas station and found out I could pay $100 to get a jump from the local towing guy or I could bite the bullet and call my dad...
It's 3:30 in the morning and I'm lying on the floor of the most hardcore Super 8 Motel in Waukegan, IL that you could fathom. Which isn't any different from a regular Super 8, I think at the annual Hotel Family Reunions they're all that decrepit elderly great-aunt-or-other who smells oddly of old hats, moth balls and - strangely enough - kerosine. You don't really want to give in and embrace them but eh, what can you do?
