and now for something completely different...

I'm not wearing any socks. Just bare feet shoved into my worn-out tennis shoes. Cold, clammy and sticky. My car smells faintly of hand-rolled cigarettes, and something else I can't make out. I still taste garlic from last nights dinner. The muffled sound of am radio mingles with the sound of the gravel crunching and sputtering under my tires. My eyes are bleary and my head is empty and humming. My soul is still sleeping.