OUT OF GAS! for the second time in my life in Tulsa. It could have been a funny story to tell around the table...."oh, guess what happen to me on my way from work to my across town counseling session...." A half a block away....close to the middle of the road on at rush hour (sorry tulsa rush hour is moving at 45 mph) -- My shinning knight came in form of a police detective who didn't really know the area he was in or the closest gas station...20 min later he comes in his white charriot to pour a gallon of gas in my tank...30 min late to my session....(i only get 50 min altogether -- he's a busy man and has more then just me to listen to) I was a bit sarcastic instead of being an emotional puddle (he's had to see that before too) I know, prozac is the answer....but unfortunitily I've got the stronger drugs.
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