you hit a deer on your way home from Christmas,
right after you smash your iPod
and then you're back to square one:
reliant on public transportation
with a walkman in hand.
fuck!
i hate the helpless feeling of not being able to pick up and drive somewhere.
prior to yesterday my release from work stress was to
drive somewhere new
park
play something loud
and take up my fractional space in the universe.
no more of that for a while.
fuck.
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