Sometimes

I think I’ll call this one “sometimes.”

 

Sometimes, you need to pick up your oldest son from the Metro at 9:30 pm.

 

Sometimes, you think you feel something crawling up your leg in the dark as you drive up the road.

 

Sometimes, you ignore it and think it is probably just the air conditioning tickling your leg.

 

Sometimes, you stop at a red light and decide to change the station because that song you didn’t like in the 1980s isn’t any better in 2014.

 

Sometimes, there is an OMG BIG FUCKING SPIDER looking back at you from the channel display as if it owns the place.

 

Sometimes, you wage a small war in your own car.

 

Sometimes, you win.

 

Sometimes.

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