D.J.E.: Friends, Avoiding a Lobotomy
My car was on the side of the free way on a curved over pass, battery issues. Yellow car plates of the government glaring in my eyes like a yellow jacket before it stings. She just called me saying something about going on "vacation". I get out of my car and the man gets out of his car, government plates. He's dressed in some white. He's got the most menacing pocket knife in his right hand. His body trying, non-convincingly, to say he wishes he didn't have to do this and we can work this out. But I was preoccupied listening to his eyes and hands to hear his mouth. I admit, I don't know why I got out of my car. Behind him, she show's up. Her message of taking a vacation was a red herring for wire taps. It's not paranoia if they really are after you and we don't know how woven into the system we may be. Her eyes, she doesn't want to catch his attention. Saving me from this man is her sole momentary priority. I think about striking out at the mos