Dear Lawd Gawd,
The humanz are driving their cars crazy this morning. I noticed that they are impatient.
For example, after passing the Berryessa Flea Market, one small gray sedan car 613 with a UC license plate holder, tried unsuccessfully to get in front of me by speeding up from being me, changing lanes to the left, and quickly pulled back behind me.
The childish Asian offered me a middle finger flick, which I viewed from our rear view mirror. In kind, I replied to its reptilian greetings with a middle finger flick through the rear view mirror, since it was too cold to open the driver side window.
I also braked and drove slower, through the one lane. After the clearing, he and other drivers made the invisible “right lane” on Commercial to the Old Oakland intersection.
I must say, this was one example of impatient humanz, until exiting past the onramp to northbound highway 101, in which I encountered more impatient humanz.
For example, drivers would seem to wanna cut in front of my left front bumper as of to clip it. This happened subtly two times, I think. But they were kind to offer their right turn signal. I guess turning on our headlamps doesn’t do much to stop impatient humanz.
The next spook was a baby blue, mini-SUV. No sooner than barely passing a major intersection, this OLD whitish driver signaled to turn right and into my lane.
Changing lanes WITHIN the busy intersection and cutting into that thin solid white line AFTER clearing the pedestrian lane is a no-no.
I’m assuming that I’m praying too hard the basic parts of Catholic rosary beads many times during this weird day. And that the dark forces, evil entities, and Satanic Illuminati are pissed off at my boosting the shit outta their outmoded regimes.
I’m assuming too that I forgot to turn off my invisibility cloak and that my personal golden armor of the Lawd Gawd really is shielding unto moi it’s protection “against the wickedness and snares of the devil”.
Kitty, my imaginary sidekick of this weblog, said that I was having a good sleep until Mom awoke me. I had taken my liver-destroying, 600 mg of pain killers of acetaminophen, APAP to alleviate the symptoms of my past injuries, which unfortunately the mainstream, Western medicine cannot “cure”.
So appeal to you and evil Kitty’s goddess Bastet to pray over and unto moi, as I wait patiently for the completion of Mom’s blood work.
With an accident-prone energy signature,
Flynn…
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