Saturday, December 4, 2010

Embracing Life with Both Hands Around Its Throat


Good title, eh? It's got all of those entendres going on.

I set a new truck driving record for myself. Yesterday I drove 700 miles in a single day. I know that many truckers have done more, but it was a new experience for me. I drove illegally for about an hour and a half in order to get back to good old Rockford.

My eyes were bloodshot and I was shaking a bit at the conclusion of the journey. It felt like it was one of my "twelve ordeals." Still, I wonder who Penelope is, and I haven't figured out where my kingdom is, or what my kingdom is. So I don't know which usurper needs to be killed. Or maybe I'm in the wrong story after all. Maybe I'm not Odysseus.

Hope I'm not Walter Mitty. Nope. That can't be. The ordeals are real rather than imagined. So where's the plot going? Where's the climax?

To be continued...

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