Riding home from Vegas in Aunty Tally’s car. She drives erratically. Hits on her brakes hard, giving me whiplash every three minutes. She swerves left. Swerves right. I am getting a concussions. I feel my left parietal lobe swing to the right then to the left. Getting quite concussed at the moment. Maybe it’s the wind swimming her left and right and she trying to compensate. Nope, she is not a very smooth driver. Herky, jerky. Lucky I ate, otherwise, I wouldn’t have anything to vomit later on. On the left of the screen is Mongols. It’s the story of Ghengis Khan.
She speeds up and slows down. Gots to get the stomach churning. At least it will a consistent projectile vomiting.
Outside are the mountains to my right and mountains to my left. We pass another big rig. We’re going under some electrical lines. They dot the whole landscape..Jerk. Jerk. Jerk. Come on. STOP WITH THE BREAKS
We are coming to the border. We just left the border. We’ll it’s time to go. I will write later.
