Tonight I raced God. Ok, not completely true, but I raced a storm. I could see it in the distance for more than an hour and I knew it was about to hit when the wind picked up way big time. I was driving along Mills and I saw these two kids walking, one with a guitar, and God starts telling me, "Make sure they don't need a ride," so I turn around and ask if they need a ride and they say they are close enough. So I continue to drive, now I usually don't speed a lot, but I was trucking tonight, partly because I was upset at someone and partly because I really wanted to beat the storm home. I wasn't trying to prove a point in beating the storm, I just wanted to see if I could do it. Anyway, I made it to 73rd (close, for those non-West Des Moinesians) before i really started raining. Oh well, at least it inspired another poem not about a girl, you can read it at Life After Vis. So that make three poems in a row not about girls. I didn't post the second one because it may not be worthy, but if you ask real nice I may email it to you. Ok, I think I may sleep now, have a wonderful weekend everyone and don't forget that you have my love.