yet again, a speeding ticket

I woke up yesterday only to find out the weather had gone gloomier, more damp, and radiated a somewhat languid, somnolent state. Eddie mentioned that days like these could be perfect for fishing, and I was suddenly robbed with a feeling of being on a tiny wooden boat, tossing a fishing rod at Lake Hodges, where we went fishing two years before.

Abby came over that last night to watch our favorite shows recorded on TiVo (Make Me A Supermodel, and Real Housewives Of New York City). He had been feeling sick for the last couple of days now, and Eddie and I made a huge fuss about it insisting him to not touch anything, that he should not have showed up in our front door in the first place, and just giving him constant tirade about his petty colds. I could have felt sorry for our actions later, but that was the way how things normally work in the spirit of our company. And we all are used to it by now-- the incessant throwing of insults to one another, the foolish, moronic actions, and conversations we make-- all implies as simply as having a good humorous time. After all, we were buzzed, like we always are.

Early in the afternoon, my taste buds were longing for a certain childhood dish called beef steak. The strong urge took me to the grocery store to buy its ingredients for me to cook for dinner. The meal came out well, and Eddie liked it enough, although I was uncertain at first on how long should I pan fry a 1/4 inch steak cut into bite pieces. I even called my mother regarding the situation but to no avail. In the end, the dinner was perfect and had quelled my craving for its certain taste- a bit salty with a tinge of lemon pepper flavor.

That night, I embarked on a commotion spree. I drove my car, a triple white Volkswagen beetle, to La Jolla to meet David at his ocean view home. I was somewhat possessed with a superiority and affluent mode, that made my driving rather rude, speeding recklessly amidst the traffic. I went down the hill really fast, thirteen miles past the speed limit, passing all the cars, and fleeing away from their presence. Then there it went, before I knew it, a cop was behind me flashing its blue and red lights, denoting its authority. I pulled over to the side of the road. I was neither nervous nor dismayed, well maybe a little. As the cops approached, I managed to cling on to my superior attitude replying only single words such as "yes" and "no". I showed no signs of emotions, just a complete brickwall void of expressions, almost apathetic to the situation. I talked, gestured, and signed the ticket in a thoroughly robotic manner. In the end, when the cops (there were two of them) said their goodbyes, and wished me good driving, I more or less coldly and blankly ignored them. I went on with my driving as if it was all an illusion.

David's place was spectacular. The narrow driveway was paved with thriving bougainvillas. The house itself emanates an Italian-like feel, prosperous and bountiful of its own kind. Inside was meticulously neat, smelled of florals and bergamots... I couldn't say anymore of the night. I locked inside my true self, leaving me with a stone heart, unable to feel or express anything. I went on with the night in a different self, oblivious to life's circumstances. I neither dread nor feel resentments to what has happened, but the speeding ticket I obtained last night was, ugh, unforgivable.