sort through my sneezes!

"Jezus dad hurry up! It's twelve thirty we're gonna be late!" my fifteen year old pompous ass son kept yelling from the back seat of my old Ford F150. "Common dad!" he kept yelling. I was going fifty on the I90, I just didn't feel safe since the accident. My son knew it too. He hatted seeing his old man devoured by fear. It was one of those things, you know. One minute you're coasting along minding your own business, when all of a sudden, out of the blue, life hits you smack across the face. I remembered the moment it happened. I had just remembered that I forgot to upload the files to the ftp server over at the university, some important stuff. I was cruzing along at about fifty and.... I got the call.