O THIS DAY I'M NOT ENTIRELY SURE THIS HAPPENED, or whether I dreamed it, or it was a hallucination, an imprint in a mind significantly scrambled by drugs and booze.
I was driving home to the lake house, drunk after an evening aching for an Asian woman at the other end of the bar. For hours, I ran scenarios where I’d gather up the balls to buy her a drink and say something witty. I imagined us leaving together, my arm draped like a mink around her shoulder and my fingertips brushing her small breast. I imagined the guys at the bar chatting: That kid is something else, a real lady’s man.
But I never bought her a drink. Like most things in my life, I imagined it too vividly, and I left the bar alone, my car keys dangling from my index finger—a bold taunt to the bouncers.
Maybe it was snowing on the drive home as I took the winding back roads, my high beams penetrating the darkness, when a deer jumped in front of my car—its eyes glowing sinister red. I hit the brakes. Skidding and spinning and barely missing the animal.
My heart thumping, I remembered something someone once said to me about it being better to be lucky than good. Or maybe I read it. Or maybe I went home with the Asian woman and made love to her on the bathroom floor.
Naked Girls In Cars:
by Corporate Cobras