Driving at midnight, a lonely dark country road ..... A road that I once made a promise to a friend that I would never drive again after revealing to her a dream that I was involved in a wreck on that road. A promise broken long ago after a back stabbing of sorts. A road I've driven several thousand times since I was old enough to drive ..... Anyway I thought I saw the shiny, beady eyes of a possum fifty yards ahead. I slowed to a crawl as I closed in. Turned out though to be a reflector post that someone had knocked over.
I hit a possum out on that road many years ago. Turned around and drove back (I don't know why) only to see its mate snarling at me. Startled a skunk out there once as well. My old 74' Mustang was on the receiving end of the startled skunk. It took a couple months before it was finally free of the skunks mist of wrath. And was 97% positive that I saw a ghost crossing that road a few years back. Also on that road is a rich persons home (I think it may be one or two bricks short of qaulifying as an official mansion) and huge front yard with a concrete basketball court with hoops at both ends and a painted key and free throw area, just a few yards off the road. It's been my goal since it first appeared to one day stop and shoot a few jump shots before the assumed millionaire owner can send his security force out to chase me away. It ought to get a little useage by someone who would genuinely appreciate it (me) since I've yet to see any kids (or adults) using it.
Urban sprawl has claimed a portion of what that road used to be, yet you're still likely to spot the occasional wandering possum, skunk or ghost on any given dark, lonely night.
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