Somer and I were house sitting for Colin's parents. His dad collected antique cars. We wanted to go to dinner, and decided to take the "Jag."

The Jag was like one of those animal skin eskimo canoes that you sort of "wear" to navigate, only it had wheels and a large engine.

Whe started it off, and I can't describe how it feels to "wear" a car, but it was.. gravelly.

I dropped her off to get us a table, and then drove myself to the ER cause i thought I was having another kidney stone. I drove into the ER, but then sat down, still wearing the car.

A nurse took me to a room and gave me a robe to change into. I tried putting it on over my car/dress, but it didn't work. I had to strip in front of the nurse and while I was trying to take the car off it begin to flake and peel and crumble like a bug carapace that had been left in the sun.

I told her about my chronic back pain.