Killing Turtles?

The Road Home Is Full of Memories.

Finally back and partly unpacked, or at least unpacked enough to function. I think everything on my wall was hung crooked in the mad rush to get a system going but I'll have to deal with the 'mad hatter' feel on my own time. Anyway, I go in for my second interview (hopefully) with the inquisition tomorrow. I really hope I get the job, because the only other offer I've received has been selling cutlerly door to door and I need the experience and money.

I was driving home the Saturday afternoon after my birthday and I realize what I thought was a piece of blown tire was really a tortoise crossing the highway right in my tire's path. I freaked, swerved, missed the little fella' and continued down the road for about a mile when after a bit of debate I realized I was a tree huger and Darwin could keep his natural selection. I pulled a U-turn, determined to save the little guy. But right when I got out of my car an 18-wheeler came and hit him with his front tire. The tortoise spun out of control and hit the grass. He got up (a little shaken) a moment later and halled as fast as he could into the brush unscathed. I have a new respect for tortoises and their shells and perhaps Darwinism.

There are probably a lot of errors in this, I'll recheck it later, promis.e