It’s interesting how just driving, without thinking about a damned thing, can be so calming. I mean after a day of wanting to shoot someone for just being a stupid fucking bitch, and my best friend going in for major cancer surgery, I can go out pick any road and start driving and somehow forget about everything and anything. All I focus on is the dotted lines ahead of me and making sure I keep my car between the ditches.

As each line blurs by you can almost feel the bad things of the day sliding away from you and being left back there on the pavement.

Of course there’s the other day to forget about the outside world, push the car to it’s utter-most limits so that it demands your entire senses. Then you have no choice but to forget about whatever was going on in your head and focus solely on making sure your braking is coming at the apex and you’re not getting on the throttle too much. Or try to make sure you’re feathering the throttle just enough so that the tail end continues it’s outward slide without either stopping, or going too fast you can’t control it as you slide sideways almost, around a corner.

Which is why whenever there’s things pissing me off, more then likely I’m out driving somewhere. Where that is, I have no idea since I don’t decide until I’m on the road.

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