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October 9, 2003:

She was so scared she could barely steer. One eye on the fog, the other on her passenger: trembling, blind in one eye, left side of the face immobilized, holding his own tongue to keep from swallowing it. Banging his head against the window glass. Pointing through tears which lane to be in, which offramp to take, which light to turn left at, which hill to climb, which parking lot to turn into.

Poor thing. He could have walked there faster. But she so much wanted to help.

I didn't know whether to laugh or pass out. So I did both...