There was no real reason to get into the left lane except that a pile of trash on the right shoulder was real enough for me. I didn't know what the hell was playing on the radio but it was just as terrible, so I pressed the seek button on the console for some relief. It was cold and I was sweating. I wanted to smoke but mostly wouldn't when my new bride was in the car. "Today is the anniversary of the Columbia disaster," I overheard the new channel's DJ announcing after the static. I listened for context for some seconds and, perplexed, spoke towards the gorgeous wife who already couldn't know me anymore...
"A fuckin' space shuttle blew up?!"
