Well I made it home alive. It was a long trip and I have to ask if anyone has ever experienced or felt like this.....
Your driving 5.5 hours home after being away for a week. About three hours into the drive your ass goes numb, at about the same time you feel the urge to pee, but don't want to stop because everything you drive by looks nasty. You also realize that there is a Shell station in every small, Podunk town along the interstate, except for when you actually need to get gas, and for some reason some old guy feels that it is very appropriate to drive 30 mph on a State road that has a posted speed limit of 55 and you can't get around him because nobody will let you over even though you have had your signal on for 2 miles, and you finally pull into the next BP station to get $10 worth of gas so you can JUST get home only to find a Shell station 1 more mile up the road...and just when you think you are home, less that 1 mile, you end up behind a cab driver who apparently just moved to this county (or country) and keeps braking and slowing...and you actually feel the psychotic break occur and the usually quiet voices in your head, many unnamed but some with names like Killer, Bubba and Roy decide that if the cabbie brakes for no reason one more time you are all going to run him off the road into a ditch and then as a group beat the living shit out of him......
Ever had the feeling? Yea me neither....
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I remember a few years ago when I first moved here and this large group of people were chasing me down....
I sort of know where your coming from.
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