Wow. I am a serious fuck-up. I allow myself to get so centred on the unimportant, and the important things slip through my fingers like lubed up jell-o.
It's time to turn the corner. Not a tentative crawl, with an early turn-singal kinda turn. No, it's time to grab the emergency brake and palm the wheel with my other hand, fully prepared to pull myself out of a total spin-out.
I'll be so cock-eyed sideways, I'll have to roll up the window so all the dust doesn't come in and obscure my view. Pedestrians and motorists be damned! Get out of my way or get run over. I'm not concerned with any of you. Just getting my ass out of the lame-assed collector lanes and onto the bumpy sideroad.
In my rearview mirror I can see myself, sitting, pale and hallow with a radioactive hue from months of monitor photosynthesis.
It's time to turn the corner. Not a tentative crawl, with an early turn-singal kinda turn. No, it's time to grab the emergency brake and palm the wheel with my other hand, fully prepared to pull myself out of a total spin-out.
I'll be so cock-eyed sideways, I'll have to roll up the window so all the dust doesn't come in and obscure my view. Pedestrians and motorists be damned! Get out of my way or get run over. I'm not concerned with any of you. Just getting my ass out of the lame-assed collector lanes and onto the bumpy sideroad.
In my rearview mirror I can see myself, sitting, pale and hallow with a radioactive hue from months of monitor photosynthesis.
kopper:
don't stop short... that's my move.