It got ril dark. We had just come from a fair high in the mountains. The altitude was different and light headed-ness had kicked in. Panda was tired. Should we smoke? Nah, let's just enjoy the bamboo. What's for dinner? Oysters? Yum. Exotic for the jungle. Let's drive. Vrrrrm. Vrrrrrm. SCRREEEECH.
The biker that I almost hit with the Jeep, 198-RIL, was not wearing any gear. No reflectors, no helmet. Not his fault though. Damn altitude. What was he thinking when I climbed out of the car and pandaed "Sorry..." What did he think when he looked in the passenger side and saw a female of the species?
"You wouldn't be sorry if you hit me..", he said. I still don't know what that means.
It was just too dark, like LOST HIGHWAY dark.
1 comment:
it got dark so fast, like scary dead pandas style
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