I'm sitting in the back seat of John W's truck. Jon L is sitting on my toes. Everard is in the front. There's a country CD playing. The rain is bouncing off the truck bed cover. The temperature is perfect. I need to stop and pee. We've been driving an hour and have 6 or so to go. I can't understand the conversation around me. I pick up a phrase here and there. This keeps my imagination going.

I think JL just said "It's more enjoyable on the way home after a trip" "late at night, dark and rainy like this..." The traffic just stopped. Jon was nervous on the ride down. Ryan? was driving... He made sudden lane changes with no signal. Scary. He was going fast too.

The rain is really coming down now. A sheet of water across the windshield.

Jon's phone lost coverage too. We just passed a van with its nose in the ditch.

Jon's readjusting his seat belt so he can move around more. It gets too tight across the hips.

He's picking at stuff on my socks. He's a flirt. I like it. He says he hates NJ. He wants to leave. Probably go south. I said I'd go North. He then said he'd rather go North, but his wife wants to go South. "So, we'll probably get divorced... Then I can marry you." I laughed at him and he told everyone I was mean. :)

Enough tapping.

--Sara