What the hell
was I thinking?
I had the perfect family
a thousand times over 
	already,
but threw them out
on their asses 
to turn blue with cold
each and every time.
I fought my way out of
the minivan, 
hoping something a little
	cooler
would come out pick me up
-- me, the lone hitchiker,
more like to pay back with
visceral interior decorating than
smiles and thanks.