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Trippin' Example |
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He led me to passenger seat. The car seat formed to my body, or perhaps I
was melting into the seat. I shook my head as if to shake away the drugs I had just consumed. Of course I wasn’t melting,
but the seven-foot ice cream cone floating next to the dinosaur outside didn’t help convince me of that. He nodded in
response to my thoughts. Okay, so maybe I was melting. Someone please marry me before I turn into a puddle like Master Shake
did in that one episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force, because no one will marry me when the only thing I’m good for is
replacing the Saran Wrap when there’s none left. “Wow…” I jerked my head to the driver’s seat following the origin of the ‘wow’.
Had he been in the car this whole time? I looked back to the dinosaur for an answer but he had disappeared; only a few drips
from the ice cream cone remained as evidence of him having been there. I made my best judgment of the moment and decided I
wanted to go get cigarettes at the store. I wasn’t sure if that had answered my question, but I’m pretty sure
I had already forgotten the original question. “Wow…” “Didn’t you JUST say that?” It’s like life was skipping. Was this Groundhog Day? Where’s Dan Akroyd? Wait….was
Dan Akroyd the one in Groundhog Day? “Bill Murray.” “Whaaaat?” I looked at him sitting next to me. “Bill Murray was in Groundhog Day.” “Why
the hell are you talking about groundhogs?” a voice spoke from the back seat. I whipped my head around and saw my other
friends sitting in the back. Two of them were awake smoking, and the other was fast asleep. “Well they were BOTH in Ghostbusters,” I argued. At least I was close. I always got both of
them confused. “It’s like Kevin Spacey and John Cusak! And
Matt Damon and Ben Affleck and Josh Hartnett!” “What? You’re
crazy! None of those people look alike,” he laughed. “Fuck
you, they look alike to me. Wait……there was something I had wanted to do before…..wait…” The
confusion in my brain was getting the best of me, except now I was speaking it out loud, but the way the car was shifting
from red to orange to pink to yellow to green was still nice. “Cigarettes.”
He exhaled a large cloud of smoke. I poked at it for a second. “How
the hell did you know that?” The cloud of smoke took the shape of a giant cigarette and I reached out to grab it. Unfortunately,
it spotted me stalking it with its one eye and flew away. My arm fell and slapped him in the leg. Once again I was reminded
that I was in a car with other people. What was this witch craft ensuing? What the fuck did ensuing mean? “I’m tripping too hard,” I laughed. “Me
too,” every conscious voice in the car chimed as well. Questions, Comments, Criticism, Critiques? This site and its contents copyright Lauren Caulfield. except where otherwise credited. Best viewed in Internet Explorer (unfortunately) |
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