The Don Waite Roadster

Hallucinations are often a terrible thing. But I’m on the tail-end of a week long narcotic binge after a bad tooth pull and I’ve learned to cope with certain aspects of them. For instance, just yesterday I shrugged off the vision of my mother-in-law forcing me to chew rock candy and stale peanut brittle just fresh out of surgery while she cackled on and on about the rigors of her own wisdom teeth… all while clenching a dagger in her dominant hand. No big deal. I can cope with that.

But, the one thing I haven’t been able to get out of my head since I popped that first Hydrocodone was the vision of me taking an axe to Don Waite’s roadster while he sat restrained in a nearby chair with bungy cords and dead snakes tied end-on-end.

“You like this track nose do ya Don?” And then I’d swing for the fences – destroying the gorgeous metal work with the sharpened blade. This was followed by screams whose source could only be the mouth of a mad man. Grotesque, I know… But what was even worse was the look in Don’s eyes. He was gagged, of course, so no sounds came from the man. But his eyes made the loudest silence I’ve ever heard or seen.

It’s been a terrible week fellas, but I’m here to say that I’m on the mend and I’m off the hard dose that tends to make me more “Hoodlum” than I care to admit. Soon, I’ll be back full force… Until then, enjoy these photos of Don’s roadster and pray that I can soon get the aftermath out of my head.

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