j.z. saved my life

last night a storm was building just to the west of this city. the thunderbirds swooped and dove, painting the skies with lightning each time they would beat their wings. i was lost in thought as i absent-mindedly changed lanes, watching the first few drops splat on my windshield. i grumbled to myself about the condition of my windshield wipers and then it hit me. eighteen-wheels, a whole lot of iron and one man. my mind was enveloped in the spin as i jumped the curb and crashed headlong into the brick sign marking the existence of a run down church. that was how quickly and suddenly it happened. i had been lost in thought moments before, ostentatiously arguing with myself about her. i had run the situation up and down in my down so many times it looked as though i would easily exhaust myself, tears welling. however, then the singular thought hit me, james zaffiro. that was it. no, there wasn't more to the thought, just j-z. a smile crossed my face and eased the lines in my brow. it was all okay then, and drove the next six blocks in continued silence and she didn't cross my mind again, all it had taken was zaffiro to knock her from my head. odd.