So this is living the dream.
You’re insane with sleep deprivation and barely functioning on the internal fumes surviving from the greasy truck-stop burger and fries you forced down in Prince Albert nine hours ago. You want to kill the sleeping figure, once your closest friend but now something of an adversary, slouched and snoring at superhuman volume next to you in the cramped rear end of a mid-’80s Econoline van that reeks of burning oil and unwashed bodies and that may or may not deliver you back to Toronto in a couple of weeks’ time, let alone stagger on westward to the next destination still another five hours away on your itinerary.
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