Reckless Driver

 Hay moron,  yes you   Idiot, I’m talking to you, you speed maniac. You probably don’t know this but the Los Angeles freeways are not race tracks.
You are not a NASCAR driver, neither are you an Indy 500 driver. You could never be MARIO ANDRETTI, MICHAEL SCHUMACHER, or DALE EARNHARDT.  I bet you don’t even know who they are. You know what you are? 
You’re a big spoiled boy who thinks he’s a big piece of shit.  You think your Hyundai, Kia, Mazda , Nissan, Toyota, Honda or BMW or any other piece of junk you’re driving is a Porsche or Ferrari or a Lamborghini. If you do, then dream on because even if you live long enough you will never have one of these cars. 
I couldn’t care less about your miserable life but I care about mine and my loved ones. If you have a death wish go jump off a bridge.  
When people see you driving like a deranged person they don’t say “Wow what an awesome driver” they say “who’s this ass-hole”. So if you think of yourself as a phenomenal driver then, like Justin Bieber says: 
“Go Love Yourself”. 

Loneliness

 

When I’m buzzed with 2 margaritas or a glass of wine, 

dormant emotions rush into my consciousness and make 

me melancholy. I feel the pain of separation from deceased 

loved ones and the lamentations of estranged siblings. 

But alas there is no remedy for either pain so I drown in my pain and loneliness.