I was flying down
Route 6-West back
to Worcester,
everything down
in that black
sports car
I was bouncing back
from a hard despression.
The uppers had kept
me up most of the
night and the booze
given me some painful
shits this morning,
I was feeling
real bad
Bus the sun was
doing me real good.
So was the thought
of sitting around at
home
Getting shit done or
not.
All of a sudden a
monster of a rig
hops int he passing lane
Sulfur! It was
like the fucking thing
was hauling low tide
from the Cape!
"Jesus Christ!" as
a bit of wet trash
flew through the sun
roof.
It smelled like a giant
baby was spreading its
cheeks and browning
the walls of the shipping
container
I was disgusted! Repulsed!
About 45 seconds of
revulsion then:
I
laughed and
laughed
and
laughed.
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