I heard him through my right ear, the one with the blue-tooth in it. I would like it in my left ear, because I'm always driving, so my passenger can't necessarily talk to a free ear. But I listened nonetheless.
He asked, "Did you feel better, after hitting the wall?"
I looked at him at the corner of my eye. I knew what he was talking about.
"Does your hand hurt good?"
Yes, I guess. Yeah. But I really want a tin can. It's romantic. Like the little Pirate Bandages box that I store my regular old Johnson & Johnson band-aids in. It's made of tin. It's cute, I really like it.
Later, another passenger sat in the passenger seat. He didn't noticed my hand. But he spilled good Honesty to me. I guess I'm that kind of person.
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