today i had a lot of things on my mind. work, my friend coming into town, youth group party, and a mexican restaurant. needless to say my mind was not on the road. while driving i passed a man hitch hiking.i came close to hitting him, but he didn't see it. i figured he was probably heading to town and it really wasn't that far of a walk..i was also running late to meet my friend for some mexican food. so i sped by, yet when i passed our eyes met. i felt bad.(i have a habit of picking up hitch hikers when i am alone. my mom says it is stupid, but my dad thinks it is cool). i turned around at the baptist church (have you ever thought it was strange that the baptist don't believe baptism saves, but the church of Christ does.. it seems like they would since it is in their name, but who am i to question such things). when i came back he hopped in my car and we took off to the big city of beattyville. we talked. i learned a little about his life and where he was from. the whole time i felt like i had met him before. i dropped him off at his destination and headed to mine. when i arrived at the mexican restaurant (which i actually heard a man complain about how the owners didn't speak english very well. if he has a problem with it... why go there? some people are stupid. sometimes i am one of them, but today.. no sir. i wasn't that retard). i was explaining to junior why i was late and how i think i knew this man. we both assumed it was from my days working at the hardware store. while stuffing my face and hearing junior talk about his girl problems it hit me. i know where i have met this man before. (if you don't remember i work at the courthouse and i am in all of the trials that take place in our wonderful city). i looked up at junior and said "he was in an orange jumper with chains the last time i saw him." that is right. i picked up a man that was in prison last week.
yeah.. sorry.. not very good story telling. i have not been sleeping much these past few days. it seems that i have been having weird dreams. dreams that wake me up in a sweat. i find it hard to return to sleep after i see the images of toy airplanes with cameras looking for me, while hiding in a box. praying that they won't hear my heart beating. yeah.. i need to stop watching so much television..