Personal Narrative-Jon And Deek

I’ve been listening to a lot of Jon & Deek in the morning, and in the mid-afternoon, and early evening. Those two (or one?) have me flipping through channels, seeing if I can remember what station NPR or The Keg is on. All I could remember about a station was “the Eagle is classic rock,” and I spent many minutes at red lights flipping through the country music stations trying to be reunited with my old customary station, only to find myself listening to Will Ferrell screech “SAANNTTAA!” on 94.9’s Christmas ad. Nothing was more brutal, and yet familiar than this. There’s no aux cord in my 2002 Honda, and it spits out cd’s when I put them in, and I can’t make myself realize that I’m not motivated enough to actually listen to NPR on a morning drive, so I resist looking up the tune-in number. Yet, like most loves that are entirely unreasonable, nothing is so precious to me as my car, that subjects me to this routine. Call me Carl, your 40 year old balding neighbor who practically makes love to his car as he “details …show more content…
Cracks and engine backfires go entirely unnoticed under my blasting of music that “Jon Deek likes.” Are Jon and Deek different people? How close do you have to be with someone before you can become one corporate entity? Does the person in front of me want to go faster? If they went faster, maybe a true telekinetic understanding has occurred, and this means that we are meant to start our own radio station. We’d complain about our children, flirt with interns, and describe youtube videos to those who are currently unable to view them on their morning route. All my friends could get concert tickets this way, through their dear friend who you could tune into on 109.8, which right now appears just to be static fuzz. I zip over the hills, speed across crosswalks, and jerk into a