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So I'm driving down the highway after dropping off a freind at another friends about an hour away and its the middle of the night. I just had a good meal and had about 40 minutes left on my trip. I was listening to the Eagles: Hell Freezes Over. I start thinking about this that and the other and eventually I find myself turned on. I can't really go into what it was about the situation except that I was thinking about someone I'll never have sex with again at the time and certain memories were hard (ahem) to ignore. Anywho, I'm all hot and bothered and think to myself "what the hell, nobodys lookin", hit the cruise control, and slowly inch my pants down to my knees. I start going at it, trying to keep one hand on the wheel and my eyes on the road. Just as I was "haveing a moment" as it were, my hand slipped and the truck jerked to the side towards the ditch while the reprise of "A New York Minute" was blasting.
It was in that moment, somewhere between intoxicating elation, unfulfilled longing, and mortal terror, that I felt a special kinship with the universe as a whole, orgasming out of control as I stared certain death in the face with no hope of achieving what I most desired. Certainly, even if briefly, the universe and I had our situation in common.
Fortunantly I was able to regain control of the vehicle and make it safely home. I do, however, feel rather blessed at so profound an experience.
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