Tornado
I walked down the hill towards the sea and saw the long-haired man sitting in his V.W. van, stoned out of his mind. I walked over to him and said, "hi. What are you doing?"
He said, "watching the crazy clouds."
I looked out to sea and saw a tornado forming.
He said, "watching the crazy clouds."
I looked out to sea and saw a tornado forming.
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I yelled at him, "Tornado!" and got no reaction so I said, "I'll drive."
I tried to get into the van but it slipped away from me and try as I might, I couldn't get in. I struggled desperate to escape but couldn't find a way.
Finally the long-haired man said, "I'll drive." and though I doubted he was sober enough to do that I also knew I wouldn't be able to do it either.
So he drove, SLOWLY up the hill and I looked back and saw the tornado gaining on us coming right up the hill behind us. I was urging him to hurry, but nothing I said made any difference. He just would not move.
After I woke up I thought about it and wondered why on earth I stayed in the van? I could have walked faster. But it was like I was committed to this one method of escape and so I didn't see there were options that made more sense. What is the lesson? Don't get into V.W. vans with long-haired men who are too stoned to drive. Not bad advice but pretty literal.

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