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Sitting at the Red Light

     How much louder can I pump up this music to drown out the noise in my head?  A little....louder.  Look at that guy over there.  He thinks he is so cool with his hair all done up like that.  A little...louder.  You like that?  Ugh.  The brisk air.  Might as well roll up my window.  Oh, but hey, they need to hear my music so I might as well roll it down just a crack.  A little...more.
     What a long drive this has been.  Back and forth I go:  home...work...work...home.  Can you believe that prick tailgating me?  The nerve!  Why can't people just have a little decency out here?  That quick stop I made to signify that he should back off did the trick.  Oh, how much power I have by doing something so simple.
     Hopefully, today will be an easy day.  This music should definitely motivate me.  I can feel the frequencies vibrating down my spine.  This coffee doesn't seem to work like it used to.  As long as I wear this smile, I can squeeze out whatever energy might be lying dormant within. This music is such a good segue between home and work.  Such a smoke screen it provides.  That, and the time and distance.  Time yields forgetfulness.  Distance keeps the external black dogs from getting to me.  They can't reach me.  But what of my own black dog?  Oh, nice beat!
     Why is that guy looking at me?  Who does he think he is?  As soon as this light turns green, I'm gonna step on it so he can't pass.  That'll show him.  Eat my dust!  Good grief!  How long is this light going to be red?  The city surely needs to come out here and work on the timing.  If I close my eyes, maybe the light will change faster.  I've seen it done in a movie.  What movie was that?  Oh, nice riff!
     Oh, the clouds are coming in.  Looks like its going to rain again!
     What is that jerk back there honking at?
       ...Oh...  
     
    


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