2008-02-20 9:28 a.m.
As long as I can remember I've thought about driving my car off a cliff.
Or head first into oncoming traffic.
It's not that I wanted to die. I just wanted to know how it felt. Would the oncoming traffic honk? What would my last thoughts be? Would I pee myself involuntarily in the moments before my car hit the floor of the canyon?
I haven't been having that itch so much these days. I think I've been too busy. And, I haven't been driving much. Lately I've been having this urge to get on some other airplane and fly somewhere else—anywhere else, preferably somewhere dull that I know nothing about.
I don't particularly want to go to Portland or Omaha or West Palm Beach or Chicago. I just want to know how it feels to change my ticket, find myself somewhere even more unfamiliar than my current life, and tell no one.
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