I am fast becoming part of normal society. I am taking my driver’s test soon. There I will be, out on the congested freeways, just like the rest of the world. I will hate Mondays, like the common man. Behind the wheel you will find me, with coffee mug between my thighs, and Pink Floyd blasting through bad speakers. I will be grumbling about becoming comfortably numb for fun.
Stop the noise parade, folks!
I am held together by people, things, and time. Soon, I will be taking my one-woman show on the road. I am scared. Have I stated that yet? I am paranoid. Have I stated that yet?