OK well not me my car really. Everyday I have to start up my car just to make sure the thing is running. To get it's juices flowing. To work out the old ticker. I don't mind because it gives me something to do. Something to do at 2:44 in the morning or 12:16 in the afternoon or 9:37 at night. So im sitting there tonight in my car under the dark cover of an old tree listening to a baseball game warming up my car. Warming up for a trip to nowhere. Warming up for the sake of saving 'ol Betsy. I blink for a moment and when I return I see the world passing by my windows, fading in my rear view mirror. Prophetic isn't it? Not really. More like pathetic. Then I hear the crack of a bat, and squeal of the announcer, and the sound of rain begining to hit the roof and windshield. Shadows of raindrops dance along the dash. And then I ask myself, "What if this is it? What if this is as exciting as it all gets?"
I chirp the alarm and walk away, thinking to myself "It's all right by me."
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