Capital P.

I decided to leave this unedited, exactly as I typed it in my phone while I was driving.  So forgive me for the grammatical, spelling and train of thought errors.

The following blog is based off of actual events.  Like to hear it? Here it go....

I'm not supposed to text and drive but it I fall asleep it'll definitely be a short ride. So despite the crime I'm texting while driving to save mu life.

I am squeezing my sphincter to keep from number oneing. Don't want to pull over because if I go the urge is done with. I need this trepidation to fill like condesation and pre like ciptation or reign on this transportation so I can maintain a state of peace. Potentially, if I piss, sorry, since this is DC let's keep it PC. if I pee-pee then I would be releasing the sphoncter and with that goes the patch of uncomfortability...pee-pee'd bring peace, ease and one less piece to the theme that foreshadows sleep. But... I am about to burst, implode.  As concentration shifts to cabode I exit. Simultaneously every 14 karat drip rounds with pressure. Concentration spilled the beans.and sphincter rambunxiously decides its time "let loose of mem". Oh wait, there's a BP! At the tip of DC, let's keep it PC, a BP to pee-pee, hope I don't need a key. I stopped the truck at full speed and with the same energy flew sphincter first into BP and I run straight past Habib and I point "this way to potty?" And Habib he says to me "no, nobody potty." So I rush back look at the truck and the weeds, the weeds look more like peace at the rear of this BP. This might cost me fifty or more, this is DC. So, so so sorry so I ... I did my thing.

All I have is these keys no more sphincter detainee. Text and drive as a gamble, on the road I ramble and write but not to sneak or ride wrecklessly but for my life, for sake's pete. Of course cautiously. Off course...can't type and speed and read directions apparently. So wack.

So back on track....this road, the black is relaxing,  white dashes in masses. Trailer tractors, right flashers. "If you can read this sign then you are too close behind"

Sorry sign, got two more states to go and I'm trying to reach before eyes close down for the night.

If you're still reading this I apologize. It was supposed to just be an exercise to keep me alive and to keep my eyes wide. But like a hypotenuse I sometimes take tangents. How about I propose to you some prose much less random?

Next time. Promise.