2007aug22. I was sitting in traffic behind a motorcycle and the guy/gal was standing up. Then he/she crouched down, and his/her long hair under the helmet sort of cascaded over his/her backpack and to me looked like a giant tarantula coming out of the backpack. When I say “looked like” I mean this is what I thought in my mind: “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh.” This is why I don’t take drugs, it’s redundant.
