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I hate driving.
by Tom Hardie
I’m not comfortable with the power
I have behind the wheel of a car. I mean,
think about it, I could wake up tomorrow — just
another shitty day — and fucking kill someone
with my car.
I could kill someone by accident. It wouldn’t be
my fault. I wouldn’t even be punished. Our cars just
accidentally collided, they’ll say. I killed by random
spatial relation. I killed just by being a driver in a car
in that place, crossing that precise moment in time. Bang!
Oops. I fucking killed someone. I hate driving. It makes me
nervous.
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It’s like a Seinfeld poem. It’s so neurotic!!