January 30, 2011

bailing

dear transport chaos diary,

five minutes before the storm hit, something very serious happened. the warning was issued, but i must have missed it. the sky turned gray, the plants turned downward, and i noticed the change on my own. you could see the green tint take over his eyes. i never made it to the door before the words came flying out of his mouth like water from a broken pipe. i could have gone the rest of my life without ever hearing those words. i can not learn anymore. not here anyway. time ticks on. like screws in concrete. slow. hard. i hate the clock. tickity. i cant wait to drive through the intersection. i will not pull over. i am not here to save lives, not even my own. it is time. i will make a break for it. now.