dunzo.

i'm going to take you back...way back to 2007 when gregory john and i were courting. we were young and carefree. there would be times when we would just go for drives with no destination in mind. often times, this would lead us to a street we frequented not far from his house. we found ourselves coming back to this street time and time again because of the dip in the road. if you took it real fast, and hit it just right your guts would drop down to your asshole for a moment and we liked the rush. one sunny afternoon we headed for "our street". just like any other day we approached the street, the anticipation making us giggle like little school children. gregory slammed his foot down on the gas, causing the turbo in his 1994 volvo 940 to kick in. we took that dip like champs and enjoyed every millisecond of it...until we hit an innocent squirrel. it was crossing as we dipped and not in sight until it was too late. we felt bad. even though i don't have much love for beasts, i'm not into harming them let alone murdering them. i guess you could consider that our last adventure with the dip in the street. last week we had some time to kill. on our way to a store, sweet husband took some side roads, glanced over at me and asked if i recognized where we were. "the street with the dip!" i replied. he was glad i remembered. he let out a little sigh "the last time we were here we hit that poor squirrel..." and he barely finished the sentence when a squirrel with a death wish ran out in front of us. stupid squirrels. we weren't even driving reckless this time. they really should think about putting a squirrel crossing sign on that street. or do they only do that for larger beasts? regardless, it's a hazard. we turned around to see if it was really done for, and greg made me take a picture. RIP squirrel number two.