my my and mooses.

so i finally did it. i became a driver, and regretfully i won't be using the phrase "i'm a pedastrian" with as much enthusiam as i often did.
so i'm cruising down the highway tonight on my way home from work in the pitch black (4:30 pm, mind you), concerned more about my descending speed needle and my cautious, "fine buddy, drive as angry as you want behind me but i'm new at this so i'm not going any faster" attitude, when i notice flickering light from the headlights in front of me.

this can only mean one thing: there's something in the middle of the road.

as i slam on my breaks and thank god that it's not as slippery as it was yesterday, I realize that this is no deer. it's a big fucking moose.
okay, it wasn't that big. but even the small ones are massive. as it's just taking it's time across the road, i reflect upon the fact that god was trying to kill me on only my second day in the race.

thanks alot, guy, it sounds like a great idea. but i think i wanna hang around here a little longer. at least until i get to see my siblings again.