7:32am interstate 202 west bound exiting for the i-10. 6 mph to stand still traffic is all around me. A monkey suit clings to my slightly in shape body. I'm staring at a crack in my front window about 16 inches wide. Along with 37 splatter marks where bugs landed right before their death. The night before I finished yet another chapter in The Millionare Fastlane, to further my desire to take the red pill (Matrix reference). While I can't tell you what song I had playing, I can tell you in...
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