I'm driving home and realize that I need to buy gasoline for the truck. The gas mileage that the truck gets is now much lower than before. I guess the wheel alignment does matter.
After filling up the truck, or at least replenishing the fumes, I am hungry and drive to the mall. I don't quite make it and end up pushing the truck UP to the last level of the parking structure. I get on my knees and thank God for giving me the common sense to have purchased a light truck.
The sugar (or sacharine) rush propels me to another "flashback". Ray is in high school. He has just finished winning another chess match (or was it a golf match) and is walking with his teammates to the alley behind the school. We usually go back there after a match to...Oops, I can't talk about this.
I "flash" forward to graduate school. Ray has just finished a good bicycle ride up Topanga canyon road. (My tastes and abilities have changed from high school to college to graduate school, no?) I go collapse on my bed for a few minutes to recover. And think "I know what will help me recover". And I get up and pull out the mirror in the makeup compact. I...Oops, I can't talk about this either.
She sees a strange mixture of ketchup and Sweet 'N Low on my shirt. She stares at me and sees the progress that I am making and asks "What is it that was so important to write down and that is coming to you so easily?"
She gets up and walks away. Quickly. I can almost audibly hear her saying "You can keep the pen".