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Hellway

You know, it takes a lot to get my blood boiling. I mean, you really have to dedicate yourself to pissing me off and keep me at the level of nuclear meltdown. But lately, I’ve been experiencing somewhat of an inner crisis with what’s going on out there in the world. More so with the people who live in it. I work 3rd shift as some of you already know and my drive consists of a 72 mile round trip from Sunday night to Friday morning. During this agonizingly droll excursion I am aquainted with the worst drivers Connecticut has to offer. Being in the northeast of New England you grow accustomed to the fast-paced in-your-face death-race commute everyday of the week and sometimes during those elongated weekends. I’m not sure what it is exactly that turns people into mindless inconsiderate death-defying morons while on the highways but it’s to the point where my own safety is now teetering on the brink everytime I start my car. Not sure how much more of this shit I can take but I’ll tell you, I fear my own soul!

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