Road Rage


It’s funny how I see my car as my safe haven.

Even though I know how bad I drive sometimes,
And how bad the people around me drive.

I can be taken out at any moment.
And yet,
I feel completely safe.
Isn’t that odd?


What’s even stranger is how I have come to enjoy LA traffic.

I don’t know.
Sometimes it’s a pain in the ass,
But most of the time it feels kind of therapeutic.

When I’m alone in my car
I let it all out.

After a shitty day
I’ll release a roar of frustration as I blast my music.
I get to yell at the idiots around me
And they have no idea what I’m shouting at them.

I flip the bird a lot when I’m out on the road.
Sometimes with a grin.

Every now and then I’ll cry.
There doesn’t have to be a sad song playing.
It just happens.

As the tears stream down my face
I feel the weight of my existence dragging me down.
I’ll think about life and wonder what the point is.


Then someone will cut me off and I’ll snap out of it.
That fucking jackass.


Other drivers have probably seen my emotional breakdowns.
I’m sure they think I’m crazy.
Who knows?
Maybe I am.
I don’t care.

I mean,
How could anyone be sane in a world like this?
The answer is simple.
No one is.

That’s why everyone drives like a lunatic.

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