« More Toys | Main | Bubble Tanks - Another Time Killing Game »
March 23, 2007
The Boat
I'm out on the lake and Marty tells me to take the wheel but I don't know how to drive a boat. A boat is a funny thing. It doesn't have brakes and there's no lines painted on the river or the lake. No passing lanes and no shoulders. So it's not like driving a car. Not at all, really. And I slide down into this seat in the cockpit and there's this little windshield in front of me and it slopes back and when I shove the throttle down all the way the nose of the boat rises like Icarus to touch the sun and I can't see anything. I'm accelerating down the river blindly, praying theres nothing in front of the boat and pretending like I know what I'm doing. I can't see anything and I'm sweating like a whore in church and I fiddle with the engine trim and gradually the nose comes down but even now, I still can't see much. Imagine trying to drive a Greyhound bus down the interstate from...oh say about... row number six.
For the rest of the story, buy my book "Killing Strangers".
Technorati tags:
Delicious tags:
Folksonomy:These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share web pages.
Posted by Rob Kiser on March 23, 2007 at 08:58 PM
Comments
You are a wise man, my friend...
Posted by: Uzi on March 27, 2007 at 09:20 AM