Recently I made a trip up to the chilly north of West Palm Beach. It was dusk when I began the journey southbound and all around me motorists drove with Kamikaze urgency. Hundreds of steroidal vehicles zoomed all around and I was terrified to even change lanes, and when I did I noticed I was whispering prayers.
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Exhillerating! Motor skills indeed. Every sentence went by in a blur. “Adrenaline flooded and I remembered advice from ex-boyfriend Criminal Mike, all those stories he repeated, ad nauseam when he was drunk, all of them starting with, “Back in the day…” and then would unspool some tale of extremely bad choices wrapped up in his endless supply of good luck.” Luck and speed, gravitational pulls and adjusted molecules. Wonderful!