There was no cataclysm nor was one likely but so many think one is coming it seemed a good title for the circumstance.
Even before the Sun went down, I got a phone call from the hospital to ask how about another bounce?
That's the kind of phone call which is disappointed and pleased at the same time and not for me as I just stoned and thinking, man, you really should not be driving.
Driving was unavoidable since it was the only practical form of conveyance away from the Fort Worth Hospital Zone.
Note: all of the Fort Worth hospitals are relatively close to each other and this, presumably, is because that location is where the most people get sick.
(Ed: work with De Niro on that medical theory, did you?)
Not really as no-one dies as a result of this theory.
The No Driving While Deluded standard has been in effect for some while and it's not a trivial thing here. It became the standard so honor that.
There was no chance of honoring it yesterday due to circumstances which were aggressively unpredictable so there was only one choice: find yer driving gloves, Buttercup.
Note: I've driven tens of thousands of miles in a cheerfully deluded state in the company of the Great God Mescalito but it became the standard with no ganja in the groove, no hops on the highway, no trashface on the turnpike, blah de blah.
The only accident to come from that was in dumping a motorcycle at a hundred mph. From that we learned driving motorcycles while deluded may not be such a good idea. That crash doesn't get reported too much because I didn't break any bones that time but it was likely the most spectacular and Lotho sure got a bang out of it (i.e. he was riding on another motorcycle and saw the whole thing).
So no cataclysm this morning and (sob) no motorcycles either ... but ... no drama to report either. Very nice.
Even before the Sun went down, I got a phone call from the hospital to ask how about another bounce?
That's the kind of phone call which is disappointed and pleased at the same time and not for me as I just stoned and thinking, man, you really should not be driving.
Driving was unavoidable since it was the only practical form of conveyance away from the Fort Worth Hospital Zone.
Note: all of the Fort Worth hospitals are relatively close to each other and this, presumably, is because that location is where the most people get sick.
(Ed: work with De Niro on that medical theory, did you?)
Not really as no-one dies as a result of this theory.
The No Driving While Deluded standard has been in effect for some while and it's not a trivial thing here. It became the standard so honor that.
There was no chance of honoring it yesterday due to circumstances which were aggressively unpredictable so there was only one choice: find yer driving gloves, Buttercup.
Note: I've driven tens of thousands of miles in a cheerfully deluded state in the company of the Great God Mescalito but it became the standard with no ganja in the groove, no hops on the highway, no trashface on the turnpike, blah de blah.
The only accident to come from that was in dumping a motorcycle at a hundred mph. From that we learned driving motorcycles while deluded may not be such a good idea. That crash doesn't get reported too much because I didn't break any bones that time but it was likely the most spectacular and Lotho sure got a bang out of it (i.e. he was riding on another motorcycle and saw the whole thing).
So no cataclysm this morning and (sob) no motorcycles either ... but ... no drama to report either. Very nice.
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