Random thoughts on the drive home, in order

Or Three instances of nausea around midnight, plus one:

1. Parking lot of a local high school, the guy's neck hung in disbelief, the woman sitting on the curb, knees drawn to chest, staring at the ground. I've had summer breaks start that way.
2. There aren't IEDs in Eugene, I thought to myself as I drove over two commemorative plastic beer cups laying in the road.
3. Outside a lumber mill, an orange-vest clad security guard actually gives his left front tire a kick before getting in his truck; he had some reason for doing this, and I'm oddly curious to know what it was.

• Truth is, I felt nauseous that entire drive home. Sympathy?