Memento
Predator Press
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It struck me while visiting a friend this weekend how apparent one’s personal philosophy can be when looking for the clues. In stark contrast to my place, I observed walls peppered with pictures of loved ones. Family heirlooms abound. Antiques. Home entertainment systems and trendy furniture.
Souveniers.
Personal treasures.
And I remember something.
One day, on my way to work, a man on foot ran across the busy, speeding highway to retrieve his errant hubcap. Heavyset, tall, and about my age, I could see his dumbass sheepish smile.
But somehow, the truck behind me did not.
It swung around to pass me, and in my rearview, I saw it blow the foolish pedestrian into many unrecognizable pieces like a child’s doll. The truck jackknifed across the highway, and I would be among the last cars to pass for several hours.
It was amazingly horrible. I don’t know how I got the car over to the shoulder safely.
I do not keep objects of sentiment.
Especially fucking hubcaps.
[LOBO]
It struck me while visiting a friend this weekend how apparent one’s personal philosophy can be when looking for the clues. In stark contrast to my place, I observed walls peppered with pictures of loved ones. Family heirlooms abound. Antiques. Home entertainment systems and trendy furniture.
Souveniers.
Personal treasures.
And I remember something.
One day, on my way to work, a man on foot ran across the busy, speeding highway to retrieve his errant hubcap. Heavyset, tall, and about my age, I could see his dumbass sheepish smile.
But somehow, the truck behind me did not.
It swung around to pass me, and in my rearview, I saw it blow the foolish pedestrian into many unrecognizable pieces like a child’s doll. The truck jackknifed across the highway, and I would be among the last cars to pass for several hours.
It was amazingly horrible. I don’t know how I got the car over to the shoulder safely.
I do not keep objects of sentiment.
Especially fucking hubcaps.
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