My father made his annual drunk call last night whilst I was driving to the city.
The other night, a deer made it's way onto highway 280 around midnight. I saw him about two feet from my car through the fog as I sped at 70 miles per hour.
Anxiety dreams had me kissing or falling for an ex-classmate I was never that attracted to. Which induces stress?
And all along I had Dylan over my ears; ole Bob singing his wail.
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