You know the Bermuda Triangle, that weird patch of ocean that mysterious swallows ships? I'm beginning to have my suspicions that one exists somewhere around the city of El Paso, Texas.
Three times I have driven through this city on my way to work. Two of those times I have ended up sitting in my Camry, on the phone with AAA placing a roadside emergency call. Twice I have been trying to find a cheap hotel to stay at while I pass away the Sunday and wait for someone to repair my car the following day.
I love this state, but I am sure beginning to hate this city.
3 comments:
Oh, brad. I love you. I'm so sorry. El Paso is ugly anyways.
Atleast I'm here with you honey.
The curse of El Paso is your father left it and it is still mad that I'm gone. It may not be a visual paradise but it is the birthplace of your father. It is a great place to START from, at least from my viewpoint.
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