wax on

i've decided to live in the past. the present just sucks too bad for words, and, dammit, i know a whole hell of a lot of words so that's pretty damn sucky. here goes:

i remember one time when i went to visit a friend in McAllen. like the total dumbass that i am, i didn't get any sleep the night before, and it's literally on the other side of Texas. (and in case you're from another planet and aren't aware, Texas is enormous.) so, i start driving with my eyes closed around the time i hit San Antonio. let me stop here and say that San Antonio rush hour traffic is not ever a pleasant experience, but when you're experiencing it and a siesta at the same time, it completely blows. needless to say, i somehow navigated myself all the way to a town where no one speaks English and it's so humid you might as well be living under water. what the hell am i thinking? the past sucks, too! son of a bitch.