Traffic on I-10, the closure yesterday, the wreck today, and subsequent detour through meth lab country... pee stops... questions... and having to pay $3.14 per gallon to do it all... just about tipped me into the red zone.
I have to deal with this stupid city, and they say I'm not local. Everything from Brookshire To Galveston to Conroe to Louisiana is freaking Houston. You can't move 10 inches without getting in your car.
And it's *still* 1 million times better than Waco. But what isn't???
I don't want to die here. I think Jeter funeral home embalms the dead with Cheese Whiz. I don't want to die here. I don't want to die on I freaking 10. What a horrible way to go, causing a traffic jam... just another pain in the butt... another wrecker getting his day's pay cleaning your greasy butt off the road.
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It was just a stressful trip. ;-)
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