Chugga, chugga

So maybe this has been my problem. Wandering through texts of previously unknown content, I have been tested repeatedly and found, upon self-reflection, to be inadequate. On the drive to teach my final class today, I listened to an old mixed cd, one that I can only assume I made in Omaha. A consistent theme ran through the songs, badass. Perhaps it was the Midwest, mustang-driving persona I inhabited for a short time, but it was there. I must have been very sure of myself. I haven’t listened to a cd in the car in ages and I mistakenly turned it up after sliding the cd in, thinking that the volume was low. Static, then….blaring Rob Zombie. Wow, what must the neighbors have thought? They don’t seem the Zombie type.