I Talk to Myself
My head was dizzy throughout the drive and I was grumpy. I saw through the traffic into a random memory. One hand was on the gear stick but the other slowly drifted away from the wheel. My mom would snap me back every now and then.
The worst part was the guard in the parking. I couldn't stop thinking to myself: [i]Stop getting in my way. I don't like your booming voice interrupting my thoughts. Stop opening my door for me: I have hands and they work just fine, thank you.[/i]
Night lights were blinding, the sight of a buzzing crowd was draining, pretentious fake blondes with identical plastered faces and Gucci bags spammed the place. I didn't like anything.
But the candles.
The worst part was the guard in the parking. I couldn't stop thinking to myself: [i]Stop getting in my way. I don't like your booming voice interrupting my thoughts. Stop opening my door for me: I have hands and they work just fine, thank you.[/i]
Night lights were blinding, the sight of a buzzing crowd was draining, pretentious fake blondes with identical plastered faces and Gucci bags spammed the place. I didn't like anything.
But the candles.
