Beltway Driver

I went to help Alex V
I drove his car and he drove a car
And we were going down the highway
It was the first time I'd driven in four years
And I don't have a license anymore
(I haven't had a license for nearly 4 years.)

And I remembered while we were driving how the highways were
-during rush hour
On the on-ramps more cars get on
-and it doesn't seem like any get off at the off-ramps
But I had a lot more patience this time
My first time driving in 4 years
-than I did before

When I get off the highway
We snake through a trail through the trees
-to the suburbs

Through Rock Creek Park and into town

Don Cabellero: Backstage Black Cat

"I came here to hear them, not you!"

"Oh, you can beat me up after the show then. I'll be outside."

Visiting Bill Newman Visiting the Hirshhorn

Bill is always helping his students (and threatening them).

No Wake Zone

These Bastards

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My First Day at Work

DC9 Last Night

In Accordance with Strict Naval Tradition

Know all ye by these presents: and to all flea-bitten, sand-blasted, sweat-soaked salts of the seven seas, greetings. Know ye that I will now be working part-time at the Marina maintaining a fleet of small craft. I'm hoping that the skills I pick up on the Potomac might translate very soon to skills of great value, if I am ever lucky enough to patrol the Euphrates with the Marines of the Haditha Dam Security Force. (And when I went to the marina for the interviewed it felt good to be rocking on a boat again.)

Danielle Steel(e) Society of Advanced Poetics: Meeting Night

Sitting Through Rush Hour Traffic

I rode out to Guitar Center with Alex V and Cool Bill C. Us not being used to driving out of the city much, totally miss timed the trip and left during rush hour. It reminded me of my childhood in Southern California, most of which was spent on the freeway in the passenger seat of my mom's Nissan Pulsar.

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