Annoyed Astroid

Slipping thru the void. Just passed what I assume was a festering hemorrhoid. Inside this wretched soul. As black as coal. I can’t make out my hand right in front of my face. So I cry out to my Android to help navigate me thru this errie place. But get an earful of poppycock from my pointless protocol droid instead.

I cringe as my sphincter tightens. When I deduced I’d hung our ass end out over the edge of Devils slide. From the fact that I couldn’t hear the sound of gravel hitting the inside of the wheel wells anymore. Pitched into an abyss? Or just catching some air before the tires hit pay dirt? I pray it’s the one where I end up less hurt. Skirt skirt skid I did. But once I got a grip on the situation. I high tailed it out of Tom Lantos tunnel and danger. Guns blazing letting the lead out. A dead-eyed Jedi couldn’t have done it better blindfolded.

Expecting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I let out a hoot. Then I’m annoyed by my skeptical protocol droid for not agreeing. When the brake lights in front of me reappear. I’m mad at myself for just smiling ear to ear.

One mad man skulking in stop and go traffic. Imagining another time and place. Listening to a book with a grin on my face.