laughing inside

i asked a girl at the bookstore where there might be a relatively safe place to sleep if she had to spend the nite in her car, on the road, in the middle of seedy st. louis. she recommended a part of kingshighway rd that is somewhat residential. eventually made my way there. parked across the street from a church, hoping it might be safer. also can't help but appreciate the irony of it. the Deathcab in front of a church? might start doing it more often. i laid for a long time with scott's swiss army knife, blade open, in my hand while i started to doze off. but then i started to imagine what i must look like. scrawny white boy, all cramped and sweaty, in the back of a crazy looking car, holding a tiny knife in his hand for defense? i just started laughing and put it away. if someone really wants into my car ain't nothing i can really do to stop them when all i have is essentially a fancy butter knife.