So, my friend calls me an hour ago. He ran out of gas and asked me to come for him. I reluctantly agreed although I'm at home, half-neked and stoned.
I drive him home.
There's a gathering below his apartmenent, in a small park. People brought their kids to watch a cartoon projection. Children, babies roam around like ants and I drive in the middle of it like an asshole. There's barely room for turning and the road behind is already full of people. I'm putting in reverse. I see people watching me. In my mind I can hear them saying: "He's gonna scratch it." Forward. I won't make it. I put in reverse again. Again, I hear them. Even babies are now interested in what's happening. Forward. Not going to happen. Reverse. I'm tryin to look cool but I think I look like a caged animal. Forward. Jesus please kill me now. Reverse. Forward. Reverse. Forward.
I barely make it. I creep out of there, slowly, civilized. I can only hope my casual smile don't look crazy.
And you know what, I'm glad I'm now alone in my room. Don't get me wrong, I get you. I'm like that, most of the time. But I'm just sayin. Now.
All you need is a panick attack and your need for company - gone. Through trauma to indipendence!