xliii So I watched this pick up truck back into this other cars windshield. No one seemed to care, but I just watched everything shatter. I’m guess they’re all going to the junkyard anyway, but it was just weird.
xxxiv “What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” ― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
So I watched this pick up truck back into this other cars windshield. No one seemed to care, but I just watched everything shatter. I’m guess they’re all going to the junkyard anyway, but it was just weird.
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”