[and the card attached would read...]

i remember this time about eight or nine years ago when the best friend, flea boy and i made our little pilgrimage to florida to visit flea boy's uncle. he's called flea boy because he had the smallest car of the three of us, decided that he would drive, and took his flea-ridden dog along with us. and for whatever reason the dog took a particular interest in me and forced itself upon my lap on numerous occasions. trapped in a flea filled car for seventeen hours straight is, i'm guessing, one of the rings of dante's inferno. the part i remember the most however was the drive back home. it was 3 or 4 in the a.m. and i took over the drving at this point. i'm not sure what state we were in, or how long we had left on our seventeen hour trek back, but i was trying desperately to keep from falling asleep. of course my two wonderful friends were passed out and had been for a few hours. i rolled down the window hoping that the cold air would help shake me awake, as well as maybe one of them so they could talk to me and keep me company. the best friend could be in the vortex of a hurricane and would never have the slightest clue, she's that sound of a sleeper, so no dice there. so i decided that music would help. of course i could only get one station in that wasn't country, so i went with it. i turned it up pretty loud hoping that it would help in some way. of course the completely normal and acceptable song was just ending. of course the golden girls theme song, thank you for being a friend, came on. i had no idea that was even a real song at that point. and of course the other two woke up just in time to find it on the radio. i reached for the knob to change it and flea boy brushed my hand away, turning the volume up instead. and they laughed. and i laughed. and we sang the stupid song as loud as we could. i don't think they ever believed me when i swore that was the only station i could find.