No, I'm not a terrorist. All I would like to do is rid the streets of Phoenix of wretched drivers. (And is it just me, or do these days almost reminisce to the days of the Red Scare and the Salem Witch Trials?) The missiles would be attached to my car and I would deploy them much as a pilot does, but they would be strong enough only to cause minor damage to the car so that it would have to pull to the side of the road, and get out of the flow of traffic. So that those of us who do understand the game of driving can continue to compete for the best spot on the road.
The weather is incredible here in the Valley of the Sun. Now is the time to visit. To finally drive with your windows down and leave the windows in your house open. When you can comfortably wear shorts or pants during the day, and same for flip-flops vs shoes. And at night it is brisk enough that pants are desired more than shorts, but shorts can be done. Ah, I love this time of year.
I don't know where to begin. In my 20-odd years. I have been silent most of the time. I have been observing, and still I feel like I don't know much. I thought going to school would teach me, it did. But only in certain areas. I walk sometimes confused, sometimes ready to crack open wide, sometimes indignant, sometimes confidant. I'm always searching for more. I'm struggling to learn to enjoy what I have and not always be on the lookout for what is better. Sometimes I understand why some people want to relocate to a cabin in the mountains. I could deal with an apartment in Madrid.
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