I think I saw a dead guy yesterday.

I was on South Temple--a road that runs east/west pretty much from downtown in SLC up to the University of Utah, when I spotted an overturned motorcycle. Just up the berm from the motorcycle on the sidewalk was a cloth-covered mass and several police and other official looking folks standing around. I assumed then that the person on the motorcycle had hit the curb--flew off the bike and smashed into the retaining wall by the sidewalk. A woman sat on the wall over the body with a clipboard taking notes.

When I came back by after going to the record store the covered body was gone, the motorcycle had been removed and the police were nowhere in site. Curiously, however, there was an animal control truck.

The animal control truck made me suspect the whole story I had made up to explain the placement of objects. It could be that the body under the sheet was that of an animal and that the woman with the clipboard was the rider of the motorcycle. She had struck the animal, and it slunk up to the sidewalk to die.

There was nothing in the paper about it, but SLC's official police statistics show no accidents with deaths yesterday, and their mapping device crashes out when trying to see the locations of the various accidents in the city.

I think it is a government cover-up.

Went to X Wives last night to play some pool. There was nothing extraordinarily remarkable about that save for the fact that after they started charging for tables we began to play an amusing game where one banks the cue off of 5 of the table's bumpers and ends up just slightly tapping the ball. The strength of the tap is tested by a chalk cube placed on top of the target ball. Trust me, it is not as easy as it sounds, or as hard as it initially looks. I managed to do it once, after many tries. We amused some rather drunk college students who were entirely too loud and affectionate in the celebration of the end of semester. Aparantly they all loved each other, dude, which was fucking sweet, dude.

Awesome.

To the max.

Luckily I have the next few days off before the beginning of Summer term.

"Road trip" is the first thing that comes to mind. I haven't had one in a while. Perhaps I will try to round up some folks to go. Solo road trips are good too, but I'm really don't feel like one right now. When I drive on solo road trips I am, pardon the unfortunate pun, driven. I prefer to get to the place I am going, which, as I've learned, is not what a road trip is about. The road trip is about the trip itself, not the destination.

Sounds familiar, eh?

Along with reading moody French existentialism, I also have a strange urge to watch Donnie Darko over and over again.

Sometimes one just feels like a deer in headlights, for no apparent reason. Don't ask me what that is supposed to mean. Maybe it is just the end of the semester or too much coffee or both.

Anxiety.

At the same time there is a great release; the semester is over. I can do whatever the hell I please. Of course I always could--but one must live up to one's obligations eh?

Obligations.

I want to read Camus' The Plague again.