summer street

jesus christ i was so happy today while driving on the skyway with a different, more reliable vehicle even with the knowledge that i could, potentially, fly right off the edge of that skyway and DIE. but i was not even SCARED of that thought as much as i am about what people say about me behind my back, or who at the credit card company laughs the hardest when they see my credit score, or what's coming in the mail from some long-lost roommate, or if i have pink eye, or WHAT THE FUCK GAS IS FOUR DOLLARS A GALLON AND I NEED ELEVEN GALLONS THAT IS ONE QUARTER OF MY CURRENT PAYCHECK, or you or her or him or them.