Let's caravan to sudden death!

Recently, Girl went into the fog. Literally. (But perhaps She was always there.)

There's this quaint, isolated town nearby that is an old port. The road is isolated, unruly, and descends down through sharp turns and steep hills. Add the element of zero-visibility fog, and well, folks, it ain't nothing but a good time.

Recently, Frankie and Girl took this journey at an A.M. time, to bring some havoc to a few bar goers at the one alcohol establishment in the town. Black Coat Mafia had been idle for far too long, and the thought occured to "start some shit" if you get the meaning. Unfortunately, the plans backfired.

Because while Frankie was mostly unattached to the situation, Girl was not. These situations, drive-by apple pie-ing, drive-by booking, etc., etc., always seem to arise when a Mafia member wants to do something to a Boy who "bad romanced" her. Or in this case, vice versa. Our Girl, you see, inevitably screws up everything she sets her mind to, and one screw up, as it were, was at the Creepy Port Town's Alcohol Establishment, having a few drinks after quite a large health situation arose.

The senses make it real. When someone that once had your heart is gone, by choice or not, they aren't around: they are eventually forgetable. But a scent, a picture, a movie, a song, anything sensual that reminds you of what once was, are useless ice picks. By ice picks, I mean to say, the once loved (or hated) person has been enshrined in ice, and left to sit inside one's head, frozen away in some Northern Cerebral glacier, until, inevitably, those memories melt it and pick at it, and it drifts back into the consciousness of the here and now, to haunt you, anger you, force you to bitterly drink it away while only being able to focus on either the good or the bad of it all.

It's not the destination, but the journey, as the old saying goes... in this case; Girl should've guessed from the perilous journey, start to finish, what was awaiting her at the end point, and turned around, back to safety.

Because more often than not, you get what you weren't expecting. But that's life, isn't it? Driving headfirst through the fog, visibility always changing, uncertainty looming about what's to come. Also, getting lost and having to turn around...quite a few times. Ahh, the joys of being alive...and in a fog.