before I was ten miles from home
I had accumulated a Chevy Mundane, who persisted in being in front of me, and under the speed limit.
I scraped him off onto a UPS truck and a mile later he was ahead of me again, slowing down, harshing my mellow.
I scraped him off onto an England Cartage truck and in less than five minutes he was ahead of me AGAIN.
I could see him speed up to get out of traffic, then pass me, then slow down to 55.
Just before the Cicero exit on 294 there was a deer in the safety lane. It had broken legs and was sitting there lowing in pain. A good six point, and big.
No Illinois cop was going to put it out of it’s misery, and it’s day was going to be hellish and full of suffering. I strongly disapprove. An Indiana cop would have pulled over and popped it.
Two reasons I will never live in this suckish hellhole, and that doesn’t even bring me NEAR Gollum Immanuel.
I’m stuck here for at least another couple of years, but when we move from our apartment Rave and I will be jumping north into Southern Cheeseland.
We pay the “Weather Tax” here because of the sunlight and mild coastal climate – at least we can still own and shoot guns. Damn Eastern hippies have been coming here since 1849.