on the rez

The road past the cda casino-plummer and tensed are not lighted and dangerous if you
panic. It is the other vehicles that endanger everyone, the logging trucks speed like demons down death's highway. But I have always felt the two hour trip was a rechargeable battery that kept part of my soul working. Only for some reason I was not
plugged in correctly or maybe I was and didn't realize it. I kept sensing one of those deer that i saw earlier getting ready to leap out into my path and it was fucking with me bad. Earlier during daylight hours heading towards spokane I must have counted four or five feeding close to the road. My eyes focused on distant shadows in the dark and I cringed everytime the wind blew on whatever the shadow was apart of. I almost became frightened of my imagination but then I cleared my throat and wiped off part of the front windshield and dialed the radio in and turned the volume up up up -METAL. Yes HEAVY METAL would work it would be my carriage of choice. I did not want to hit a deer and I didn't want to stop driving. I only wanted to get my tired self home so I could pee