Older New Kid

When I first drove into Oakland two weeks ago I felt like EVERYONE was staring at me. It didn't matter than I was in my car and that the windows were wet and foggy, they all stopped to look at me when I drove by. And by everyone I mean every person in every other car, people on the street, people hanging out in front of their houses, people jogging, ups, fedex, little babies in strollers, people with blindfolds on, everyone. They were all looking through my car at me thinking, "She is new and doesn't know where she is going. We should rob her. I bet she just got into an accident last November and is really scared of rearending someone again. She looks like the kind of person who would neglect to put a new alarm in her car after the first alarm died. I bet she forgets to check her backseat before getting into her car."

I can thank my parents for this level of crazy.

Good thing is, it's getting a lot better. Me and my car feel more and more invisible with each passing day. Soon I'll be a mere ghost. Not that there is a shortage of those, seeing as how my apartment is full of them. But I'll save the rest of the crazy for some other time.