december 9, 1999

I've come to a conclusion about motor vehicle operators in New Jersey.

They don't know what the fuck they're doing.

Going out for a drive is like a visit to the mental ward of the local hospital. No wonder so many people here have road rage. I've even started to get it a little. I'm not ballsy enough to yell at anyone, at least not with the window open. A few weeks ago while I was on my way to Piscataway to pick Rob up from work, this woman was tailgating me most of the way on 18 north. I would have hit my brakes, but Liam was in the car so I decided against it. I tried to get away from her, going twenty miles over the speed limit, weaving between cars in both lanes... but she'd always catch up, and tailgate me again. Then I finally tricked her at a big intersection going into Busch campus at Rutgers. She was following me in the far left lane, and at the last minute, I went all the way over to the right where I needed to be, and she had to stay on the left and turn. HA HA. I dunno what her problem was, but she was definately following me. My theory is that she was a lesbian and she wanted me, since i was looking pretty dykey that day. But I may never know since I did such a good job of losing her.

Another obstacle in New Jersey is deer, especially at this time of year. The buggers are so dumb, they run right out into traffic and freeze. I had the unfortunate opportunity of experiencing this first hand about two weeks ago. I was driving on 18 north with Derek, on our way to some nightclub he deals with. It was foggy since the weather can't make up it's damn mind if it wants to be winter or spring, so I couldn't see very well. I was passing someone on the right, and a deer appeared on the grass shoulder on my left, and casually stepped out in front of my car which was going 65 MPH. Bear in mind, I was driving a Geo Metro. A deathbox. As scared as I was, I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched the deer fly through the air, away from my windshield. How bad would it suck if the thing crashed through it and started BUCKING?? We'd be dead for sure. We were very lucky; we didn't even have air bag injuries. But my car is dead, and so is the deer, so that's bad enough. At least Rob's dad is letting us have the van, which is way better than the Geo Deathtrap. Everything happens for a reason...

I've been feeling more creative lately. All these weird dreams have made me want to write stories again, so I'm working on that. I think I should write about cars since I've had them on my mind so much lately.

in memory of the retarded deer I hit on 18.