After pulling an all nighter this weekend, Jake is hit by a sudden burst of insanity & we tear off in his car. We're going nowhere. It's more sad than crazy or anything else...there's a sense of final desperation in all this & I know somehow where it's coming from.
We trudge out into the woods pointlessly, a cold gray day getting colder and grayer. Eventually he agrees to walk back to the car but is karate chopping everything in sight with a big stick. When we get to his car he javelin-throws this big stick at it in a final fit of exasperation.
Must have been a perfect end-on hit: when we get in we see the entire windshield has spiderweb cracks radiating out from the bottom. Jake is screaming and pounding the steering wheel but I'm just laughing, it's too funny, "You can't even have fun by yourself in this town without something like this happening," he says. On top of it all his cell phone is missing and we have to trudge back through the woods in the cold dark, calling it.
Posted by Alan at December 15, 2004 03:43 PM