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14 years ago
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
So. I work roughly 100 miles north of the city I live in. And there was this storm, this one time. In October. Snow fell from the heavens and all that shit. Covered some leaves; knocked down some trees. Dropped a shitload of grids in this constitution state.
That was a little over a week ago. Our shop service is STILL down. And there's no clear indication of when it may be restored.
A few years ago, I would've been thrilled to hear that I was off of work indefinitely. Back when I worked for no other reason than to pay for that sea of liquor I fell into.
So I drive the usual route to grab my cash advance. On the way back, my VW dies. Most of the money I drove that stupid fucking distance to retrieve will be going toward the 100 mile tow that's now in progress, let alone the cost of repairing whatever ails my troubled gentleman. That money was going toward the deposit I was looking to put down on a place in Enfield in order to eliminate this harrowing voyage to and from work. Every morning, up at 4. Every evening, back by 7. Every week it's something new.
And the road, fuck. Maybe you know. It's something that happens when you travel the same path repeatedly. Where the path's really long. After a while you begin to see things in those familiar sights. They're never really the same, the things you see; maybe they change when there are certain differences in what you're processing. I'm not sure what influences those changes, I'm only aware of them after they've occured. You see enormous things; impossible things. Horrible things. I fall asleep at the wheel all the time. A change comes and it's like being slapped in the face. There's a moment, and that raw terror cuts through to your bones. It lingers like it will never leave. You can take your glasses off, but it remains crystal clear. It looks right through your eyes and buries itself deep inside of you.
And then it's gone. You're more awake than you've ever been before and you're passing out 20 minutes later.
Night night.
So. I work roughly 100 miles north of the city I live in. And there was this storm, this one time. In October. Snow fell from the heavens and all that shit. Covered some leaves; knocked down some trees. Dropped a shitload of grids in this constitution state.
That was a little over a week ago. Our shop service is STILL down. And there's no clear indication of when it may be restored.
A few years ago, I would've been thrilled to hear that I was off of work indefinitely. Back when I worked for no other reason than to pay for that sea of liquor I fell into.
So I drive the usual route to grab my cash advance. On the way back, my VW dies. Most of the money I drove that stupid fucking distance to retrieve will be going toward the 100 mile tow that's now in progress, let alone the cost of repairing whatever ails my troubled gentleman. That money was going toward the deposit I was looking to put down on a place in Enfield in order to eliminate this harrowing voyage to and from work. Every morning, up at 4. Every evening, back by 7. Every week it's something new.
And the road, fuck. Maybe you know. It's something that happens when you travel the same path repeatedly. Where the path's really long. After a while you begin to see things in those familiar sights. They're never really the same, the things you see; maybe they change when there are certain differences in what you're processing. I'm not sure what influences those changes, I'm only aware of them after they've occured. You see enormous things; impossible things. Horrible things. I fall asleep at the wheel all the time. A change comes and it's like being slapped in the face. There's a moment, and that raw terror cuts through to your bones. It lingers like it will never leave. You can take your glasses off, but it remains crystal clear. It looks right through your eyes and buries itself deep inside of you.
And then it's gone. You're more awake than you've ever been before and you're passing out 20 minutes later.
Night night.
