A beautiful morning, started right: up early and dancing to good music way before any normal people have their bass cranked up like I did.
Then driving my wife to the bus stop ... the mountains glowing with early autumn sunrise-light.
Then on the way home a fucking Sprinter van veered over the center line coming straight at me. Without even thinking, within the peace of my (mom's) car, I shouted "NICE DRIVING, BUTTFUCKER!!!"
Why?!?! Why can't I seem to stop with these useless angry outbursts that do nobody any good? Why do I appear to be completely out of control?
I want to change. I think. Maybe. Anyway. But can I? Am I even capable?
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