It was the whiskey driving.Driving in this morning, I pretty much had I95 to myself except for one guy who was drifting from lane to lane like he was on some winding country back road.
I kept my distance.
We even have to social distance our cars for Christ's sake.
It was the whiskey driving.
Some people have come undone.
You forget. He probably was still up.5 am is way too early to come undone, Nukes.
This guy came unglued. Trust me. I'm an expert.
You forget. He probably was still up.
It was still his "fun night".
Now we get up when they go to bed.
I wondered the same for my cousin who took her own life a couple years ago. She was a joy to be with when we were kids. I just wish I had spoken with her more.tomorrow marks a year since my friend Brittany took her own life, & I thought it would make me feel better to know how she did it, since the question of how has been something I've been perseverating on since it happened, but now that I know I don't know if it's better or worse. I think it's just a different kind of bad.