... ..liberation ....March 20, 2005   I am driving a rented U-Haul truck.  One way.  The cab smells like ass.  And cigarettes.  The air conditioner doesn't work so I travel the interstate with the driver's window down.  The resulting vacuum sucks at the left hemisphere of my brain.  I'm losing the use of my right arm, my analytical skills are vanishing. There's dried blood in the cab and I suspect foul play.  The radio doesn't work.  Perhaps a heavy smoker, driven mad by endless highway and silent radio, murdered his wife in this rented truck.  The glare of paved highway burns my eyes.  There's a sucking sound inside my head.  Cool rivulets of sweat crankle down my face and neck.  The cab air is fetid.  The road to liberation is not on the map. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..1st quarter index..|..next

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