Have you ever had those times when you are some place alone – you know those times when that function we humans do called thinking spouts its nasty head? Thinking can get us into real trouble and the lengths Grayquill will go, to not think is a bit troubling.
Grayquill has lived 56 years and in that amount of time just imagine all the embarrassing and stupid things that have piled up like cord wood in his memory banks. On top of these memories are all of the mistakes, the selfishness, the weaknesses that have gone sideways on him, and then of course there is the sin. So, when he has downtime it can be a real wicked experience. I think his most horrible times are when he is driving. He is a pretty good driver so he pretty much drives on automatic most of the time. Oh…you want to bring up his 17 accidents, NOW? Sorry, we just don’t have time.
Grayquill driving on automatic often gives over to thinking and then the pain begins. All it takes for him is a smell, a song on the radio, a person who looks like that certain person and the memory he wants to forget comes flooding back. He never swears in public but he losses all control when alone and the language that has been known to spew from his lips is really quite shocking.
I am writing this because Grayquill is just to chicken – it is probably a pride thing. You know separate a little from the deed and that way avoid full responsibility. You might be expecting at this juncture some horrific embarrassing moment in Grayquill’s history. That is not to happen today. I have always felt it a good practice to not gossip.
I just wanted to warn you to be on the lookout for mature drivers who are thinking and cursing as they cruise around town on automatic. You might be part of accident number 18. Besides, Grayquill is not alone out there.