8/28/2003 07:50:14 PM|||Travis|||

So I am driving down the street in the new car I get to drive, my father's Mercedes. It is a joy to drive, much nicer than my old, beat up 88 ranger that has ran since I was 15. This is a real car, built in Europe where they are clear on the concept of nicely made cars. While it makes them more expensive, they are bound to last longer and you can really feel the difference.

Today I was cruising along, minding my own business and eating some pestasios that I just got from the store. This is a bad habbit I have, because while I am eating pistacios I am not paying attention to the road. So I am tooling along, cracking open shells and the car is just a dream. That diesel engine is just humming along, and the Mercedes is just tooling through the town. I am eating my pistacios, staring at the ground as one falls from my hand. I look away from the road and down at the floor, searching around for the damn pistacio. I am not even looking at the road and the Mercedes is just humming along, driverless for the moment. Just as I get the thing off the floor, I look up to see that everything is fine and all small children well away from the tires. Smiling I put the pistacio from the floor in my mouth and start to chew, and then swallow (against my better judgement). Then it hits me, after I ate it.

That was a peanut.

I haven't been eating peanuts.... where the hell did that come from?

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