What the hell?
Were
they honking at you
she glanced leftright I wasn’t doing anything. checked her mirrors sharply
Couldn’t have
been me. I don’t even see who might have honked.
Goddamn horns
she laughed You’ve never really don’t care for them, I can
remember Mom scolding you for not honking.
Then youll remember the times I
had to stay her hand while driving when she went to hit it
Wha a pip
Oh definitely Mom. I remember her
giving us kids rides to school, it seemed like every other day she’d hit the horn,
sometimes, embarrassingly, lean on it.
She coud be impatient
Yes. But you were always so patient.
Ahno No
Yashoud have known me before you were born My patience actually had to grow to offset
Maws impatient
I suppose . . that would have
been necessary.
Yathink
Jesus Either getting behind the wheel or imbibing brown
liquor made her someone else Id ask she
woudnt say Never had any idea
But usually when we went
somewhere as a family you drove.
Yes Your memorys correct
And at night.
Always at night She had lousy nightvision
I have lousy nightvision.
Thas on Mom
Maybe that’s why she was an angry
driver, her driving limited.
As I said no idea
A honks an accusation Though better than tossing a brick out the
window
That’s it that was always your threat, heave a brick at someone.
Yah yah
Reminds me of First World War biplanes shooting
at each other with pistol
No. Really?
Yes
Greatgrampa knocked one out of the sky
with a watercooled machine gun from a church tower in France
Something else.
Heave a brick. You’re hilarious.
1345, Monday,
22 1. 24
1314, day-between-2-Ts, 24 1.
24
Anfield Places We’ve Never Been https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAOsTlTFOg8
https://www.artwarefineart.com/gallery/air-ace-shooting-his-pistol-cockpit-his-bi-plane
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