11-17-2016, 03:07 PM
I'm in the back seat of a car. Up ahead, El Dingo is trotting back towards me. He's the driver, but had spotted something up ahead alongside the road, so he jumped out, ran ahead and picked it up. It's a clear canopy of some sort, maybe half the size of a car hood. He's holding it up triumphantly, pleased as shit, as he reaches for the driver's side door to open it and climb back in. But he misses the handle, and his shit-eating grin turns to alarm as the car passes him by.
That's right. El Dingo hadn't bothered stopping the car to get out. The car is now driverless and careening down the road -- with me in the back seat.
Fortunately, Greg is in the front passenger seat. He can easily reach over and grab the wheel or hit the brake with his foot. But he doesn't. The damned fool just sits there. He seems fine with our predicament. To him, it's business as usual. This is how Doom brothers operate. I guess.
Well, I'm panicking, maybe because I don't have a death wish. I lurch forward, reach for the steering wheel--
And wake sitting up in bed with my hands stretched out in front of me.
So. Just a simple little question, if you don't mind.
What's up with you guys!
Sheesh.
That's right. El Dingo hadn't bothered stopping the car to get out. The car is now driverless and careening down the road -- with me in the back seat.
Fortunately, Greg is in the front passenger seat. He can easily reach over and grab the wheel or hit the brake with his foot. But he doesn't. The damned fool just sits there. He seems fine with our predicament. To him, it's business as usual. This is how Doom brothers operate. I guess.
Well, I'm panicking, maybe because I don't have a death wish. I lurch forward, reach for the steering wheel--
And wake sitting up in bed with my hands stretched out in front of me.
So. Just a simple little question, if you don't mind.
What's up with you guys!
Sheesh.