{mis} Adventure #1 (circa Fall 2007): Cell Phone Charging & Imagined Serial Killers

·         Soooo—I'm watching season 3 of ER (that I bought to keep me occupied) and my phone starts chiming "warning, battery below 5%".  So, I do what I've been doing to charge my phone up since I've gotten back from T&T.  I get up, grab my keys and head to the car to plug the phone into the car charger and then...I drive.

It doesn't matter that it's midnight, it's drizzling and most of the streets have no lights on them.  Soooo, there I am, driving down one of the two-lane back roads (wait a minute, what road here isn't  a two-lane back road?), and then...what in THE?!  There's this guy, at midnight, kneeling on the side of a poorly lit (read: unlit) road either stuffing or taking something out of his backpack.  Did I mention there are only woods around him on the side of this road? He looks up & kinda catches a glimpse of my face, and I, his. So, now, I'm freaked out and I drive a little faster and hope that there's no story in the "town" news tomorrow that there was a guy found with bits and pieces of a person in his backpack…yeah.  I know.

Moving on…I get onto "Main Street"—don't let the name fool you.  I turn off onto one of the mountain roads and now, there's a pair of headlights riding my damned bumper so close he could kiss it, literally.  Soooo, I start freaking, again because, what if it's the dude with the backpack and he's coming to get rid of the "eye-witness"?!  Naturally, I kind of speed up…but am worried about doing so because the road is winding and slippery and downhill and…*phew*, the headlights turned off into that last street.

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Now I'm back on another unlit road with no other traffic but me…"oh God, this road feels so…so…claustrophobic (yes, I sometimes talk to myself—what? It's just me. I live alone, drive alone, handle the occasional bout of insomnia…alone)!"  Both shoulders of the road are lined with towering mountains and there's a ceiling of thick; grey; looming fog and of course my headlights barely cut through the thickness of it all…it's all rather fitting, actually.

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I turn off at the ramp and exit from the darkness into—well—more darkness (seriously, this town doesn't believe in street lights?) and, I…drive some more…and park in my "dark-as-an-abyss-in-the-depths-of-the-ocean" neighborhood and wait in my car for another 4 minutes (hey, my phone was not charged enough to make it through the night) and realize that my neighbors, if they were awake, would think that I have issues—but then again, who doesn't?

I get out of my car, walk into my place and write this…am I tired now?

Maybe a little.

I think I'll try to get to bed now…or not.

Goodnight all.