I was driving around downtown Colorado Springs near the library closest to Pikes Peak avenue. There was a girl I didn't know in the passenger seat who was giving me directions that I was studiously ignoring. What I gathered is that we were an item and she wanted me to come with her to visit a relative. Now she wasn't too thrilled about this meeting with her father but for some reason she was obliged and kept pestering me to accompany her.

Motormouth that she was, she told me about how her father is a centegenarian pedophile that molested her when she was a kid. Now he was divorced, living alone in some apartment complex and it was his birthday. A few forgotten turns and backtracks we were walking down the corridor to his room.

The door was wide open and no one was at home. It was a single bedroom apartment. To be more correct a single room apartment. His desk was covered in CDs and books, the bed was neatly made which troubled me and the walls were lavender. Motormouth kept babbling on about she was touched and diddled which made me regret ever dating her in the first place. When I was able to get a word in edgewise I told her about how I used to play a Spongebob Squarepants collectible card game and how I used to have this promotional set of cards which got lost during my move to Colorado Springs.

Looking down at my foot I discovered an unopened pack that I was describing to her. As I picked it up she ran out of the room to check the parking lot. Left alone I decided to peruse the guy's desk and found lots of Johnny Cash CDs among other things which gave me pause. Who is this guy? Does this mean I'm like him? The only thought going through my head was to crush and destroy my Johnny Cash collection when I got back home from the horror of this idea.