Friday, April 20, 2007

Yell It On the Mountain

Tonight I decided that I should go for a run. I made that decision around 6 pm. I actually went for the run around 10pm. Laziness is a blessed thing. So, I strapped on my new iPod nano armband (on clearance from the Shack) and headed out.

I didn't fully realize quite how few street lights there are on this fucking mountain. It was really dark out. It was made even worse because the cars that would drive by all had their high beams on, so I would go blind for a few minutes. Plus, there aren't any sidewalks, so I was running on the sandy, rocky strip on the side of the road, which caused me to trip a few times.

About twenty minutes into the run, after I had hit a part of the mountain that was so pitch black that I had to turn around, a pickup truck slows down alongside me. This dude, early 20's, is saying something to me. I take out my headphones to hear him. He's asking me who I am. I tell him that he doesn't know me, and that I'm not from around here. This doesn't dissuade him from asking me questions. He's asks if I'm Garrett Someone, if I'm his friends cousin, if I know one of his friends. I keep telling him he doesn't know me. I increase the pace of my jog and put my headphones back on to indicate that the conversation is over. Then he yells some other stuff at me. This time he's asking me if I need any help. Now I know the kid is drunk. I say that I'm fine. This seems to throw him off track for a second. Then he asks me if i have any drugs.

What the fuck? Why would I be jogging at night with drugs? And why the hell would you slow down on a dark, curvy, winding mountain road at night to ask a random jogger questions? The answer I think, as it is with most people, is that he was a douchetard.

Goodnight interwebs.

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