But, I had been listening to her get down with Fleetwood Mac for the last two days. Just when I was about to hit her a real good one to that pretty square jaw, Kevin turned around and asked if I was sober enough to drive.
"Dude, I don't do drugs."
He turned to Erin and shrugged. "Close enough."
He pulled over and I got behind the wheel. I eyed Erin as she was flipping through her 70s and 80s pop albums and yelled back, "Quick, throw me my cds--it's for the good of the nation!"
Erin turned to Kevin, "Are you sure she should be driving?"
Was she really oblivious to how much I wanted to see her writhing in pain? "Give me my cds."
NiNi passed them up, and i quickly put in Greg Brown's Further In. "What's this," Erin mocked, distorting her little face.
"WHAT!" I saw the rage build in her head. Remember those cartoon characters whose eyes would fill up with red when they got mad? Erin's eyes were dripping with tabasco.
