Leave Tonight or Live and Die This Way

Do you ever get the feeling that “they” really are out to get you? This morning on the way into work I began thinking that. Why do people who are driving at posted speeds slow to below posted speeds when they see a cop? If you aren’t breaking the law, the cop isn’t going to pull out into traffic to pull you over. Quit with the panicking because the last thing I want to have to deal with in the morning is a multi-car, high-speed collision because some dumbass thinks a cop is going to stop him from obeying the law.

If the lights on Belvidere don’t get synchronized soon, someone is going to go postal and I will help them. I’m sick of sitting at a green light at a short block because the light at the next block stays red. It is demoralizing. I turned down Grace because I couldn’t stand the thought of staying on Belvidere any longer than I had to. Wouldn’t you know every pedestrian on Grace crossed the street somewhere other than the corner? Jaywalking is cool, but every single person?

Then on the last little bit of my journey, a transport van was parked in the middle of the effing side street. The pajama wearing freaks just stood looking at me, vacantly, as I tried to get around. Hmmm, move it over freaks, get some real clothes and maybe next time you should use the alleyway.

By the time I parked my car, I was envisioning the conspiracy of a bunch of people talking into their walkie-talkies saying, “Breaker One-Nine, she’s headed your way. I repeat the prey is headed towards you.” And then the lights go red and green, people pop up between cars and pajama wearing freaks park in the middle of the street.