

Travels.I climbed behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition. Once past the initial protest, the car started, headlights reflecting off of the cream-colored wall. I was tired and borderline ill.Travels.
I jacked my car into reverse, accelerated backwards, shifted into drive, and out of the parking lot. Turn left. The path is all too familiar and though there is no thrill in it, I ride it every night on my return venture from work. Its soothing, in its own little way. Wasteful but soothing. The route takes me 11.6 miles out of my way. Instead of my straight shot home, I need this ride.
I opened the glove box and pulled
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The paradise is for the deaths... the hell is for the alive. (Spike Lee)
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I bet you can't prove me wrong that people are fucking morons.
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And Kelley Square sucks to drive through.
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Well, after this I should think nothing of falling down stairs!
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Well, after this I should think nothing of falling down stairs!
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