Lexington Barbecue

That's what I'd have to eat as my first lunch as a free woman--Lexington barbecue--, if I were to get into my car this evening and decline to go home. I'd get the slaw on the meat, because, Christ Jesus, that's where it goes. And the crinkly fries. And by tomorrow or the next day, I'd be sitting on the beach watching the ocean, just me and the gulls and the few locals who wandered out to see who would bother to drive out to the outer banks at this time of year. Sometimes, I just get tired of being predictable. Of course I'll go to work and come home and let out the dog and bring in the cats and go to bed and get up and do it again and again and again. I'll continue to bitch about the shit I always bitch about. I'll be here tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. I've got shit to do and stuff and folks depend on me. I can't just cut and run. But... Ha, maybe it's a good thing I don't have the car that often.