this morning #56.

this morning, the crash came rather suddenly. with his tendency to bring up previously-settled topics devolving into chaos mere seconds after he had foolishly opened his mouth. as far as he could remember, he’d never had anything thrown at him outside of a sports context until today. he hurled a bunch of expletives back at her. a few weeks back, they’d taken the on-ramp & this was the freeway they were now traveling on. one way. one lane. next rest stop in 56 miles. next exit in 32. maybe he had a point though. maybe he’d score some points. maybe it wasn’t settled after all.