I walked across this really large and dark field this evening. The two cars in the parking lot would fuck with me as I walked by flicking their lights on and off. I guess that is funny stuff if your with someone who has their hand around your weenie while drinking a beer or smoking something or something or other. Anyway, I was walking and I heard a tingling sound behind me. It sounded like a dog collar-Schnauzer maybe. I looked behind me and saw nothing. I walked a few more steps and I heard it again. I looked back immediately and again saw nothing. The closer I got to the gate, the further away the sound sounded.
The gate was my goal and it was way out there baby.
It was at that time I noticed the wind. I was only 1oo or so yards away from the gate and finally there was no tingling. I thought maybe I was losing oil or something. I sure is hell didn't want to be responsible for killing the grass out there.
When I arrived at the gate I looked to my right where there were three or four feellas working on a truck. It was orange. Need I say more?. The three tingling sounds I heard came from these guys working on the car located in front of me. The sound I heard a ways back sounded as if it were behind me. The wind must have carried the sound of the cans hitting the back of the truck because as I walked by them, the tall one threw another can of what looked like Coors Light or Diet Pepsi in the back of the truck. I continued walking and made it to my temporary home in the sun. Funny thing about the wind: it carries sounds and mixes with imagination. If some story comes from it, well, super duper man!. LLc 98.2
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