The company I work for sends us out in vehicles of various sizes. You got your 5 ton, your 3 ton, and your van. Today I was out alone all day in a late model Chevy van, 'Singing MAry, MAry, MAry, MAry, How CAN you LIVE this WAAAAAAAY?' bopping around with the classic rock music going all day. I really don't mind driving when I'm not in a vehicle with a kid who is still hallucinating from his magic mushroom episode the night before, or with a guy who describes how he did acid before work one day on a pig farm he worked at in Alberta and the boss explained to him that they were castrating the animals that day. He quit the next day. Driving for a living isn't that bad a gig without these charmers in my proximity. I am a surgeon with that van, had it just scoffing at gravity a few times today.
This evening I wrote installment one of the last screenplay I sampled on this blog. The first installment is in Vancouver. Each snippet goes from city to city heading East across Canada with the same lead character but entirely different circumstances. I'll put that portion of the screenplay on here when I have a little more energy. I'm tired tonight. It is brilliant.
How 'bout them Sens?