This was either last night or the night before. I don't remember much, but I remember sitting in my car, parked on E. Carson Street very near the Birmingham Bridge (but more toward 23rd Street than toward the bars). It was nighttime, and it was raining, and I was waiting - I believe waiting for H.W.S.R.N. - and I was about to give up, and I remember thinking that it sucked that I had such a nondescript car, such a car pool kinda car, especially because his car reminds me of my old car, all dinged up and full of character, but I think I thought he'd never find me because my car was so plain. And I was lost in my thoughts when H.W.S.R.N. jokingly slammed himself up against the passenger side of my car - scared the shit out of me - but then he was opening the door and pushing aside whatever it was that I had on the passenger seat.
