It’s good to keep things quiet, for these exact reasons.

It’s almost as if I’m being reprimanded for something I didn’t do, but I might actually have done, I just don’t remember. I can’t tell if it’s the anxiety or hangover that’s making me tremble slightly.

The thought of catapulting gummy bears from out the car window onto your front lawn crossed my mind, but that’d be a waste of valuable time and gas money so I left them elsewhere and avoided the whole subject entirely.

The terminal is just that, a destination where things terminate. A place at which I was both reluctant and eager to arrive.