She is the crazy person about to get thrown off the bus. Read her her Rights. 7/2009

     She leaned up out of the backseat and handed me the ashtray. She leaned into me. 

     "Take a moment to remember this," she said. "Soon it will be over and you'll want it to happen again."

     I leaned into her. "I've already noted it," I replied. Then I let my eagle fly out the window.