Where you get sucked the energy directly out of you. Where you're counting down
the minutes left of work so that you can go smoke a bowl in your car and enjoy traffic.
I'd rather spend two hours cruising on the streets than 1.5 hr in stop and go traffic.
Did just that.
Synchronized radio stations with cars next to you make it feel like you have a portable
surround sound system.
Somewhere between 6th/Alvarado and 11th/Valencia the energy shifted. Absolutely nothing was going right, I was hungry then I wasn't. I think I really just wasn't hungry in the first place.
It was that moment at work. In my experience the recovery of a wound is more intense than the actual making of the wound. Today was one of those days when the wound got sore again.
Ego trips? Organization? Domination? So many things just suspended in the air like the moment when the parabola switches direction. Ay.
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