Y’know how sometimes you’ll drive somewhere and not know it? You get to your destination and realize you haven’t been paying attention and all of a sudden you’re there, but you don’t remember the drive, passing places or things, making the turns. I got to work this morning and realized that I had accidentally hit the ‘repeat’ button on the CD player: I must have listened to The Beatles’ Ticket to Ride ten times in a row. I didn’t even notice until I turned off the engine. Strange, that.
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Yeah, but it sucks when you realize that your subconsious has driven you to a completely different place than you had intended. Like when you’re halfway to work listening to your newest favorite CD and you realize its 9:30 at night and you just wanted to go to the store. Man, I hate that.
its all those drugs you did in the 90’s