and by god, there she went running down the highway, laughing and clutching some retarded concert footage of EXP that we got our panties all bunched up about in some absurd arguement and that was last summer and i called her and said, when the hell are you coming home and she said i'm not and now things are kinda quiet around here since she has taken up the life of a prairie dweller and is busy avoiding suicide deer runners on the winter roads and made her husband drop everything and move out there with her and mom and dog. i keep a little bug encased in plastic close to my heart and i'm waiting patiently for her for i've many things to tell.