2001-10-02 10:32 a.m.

I had to drive really fast to catch up with the yellow, convertible Ferrari on the way to work today. It was not that I needed to look at the car, but I wanted to see the driver. Mostly, I just wanted to confirm that it was a middle�aged white male. I lost interest before I caught up with him, so I went back to daydreaming, looking at the clouds, and humming along to the music of my engine and the rhythmic rattles my car makes as it slowly falls apart more and more each day.


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