So I'm sitting here at my house in New York, drinking my fourth(?) glass of this delicious Pure Kentucky single barrel bourbon, contemplating the shit drive I have to make tomorrow so I can go back to work. Not excited, but whatever.
The drive is nine-ish hours of I-95, Jersey Turnpike, and GSP. It sucks, but it's worth it, and it also gives me a chance to be alone with my thoughts for awhile. I'm down - between work and social life, I rarely get more than a few minutes to myself at a time. Of course, exploring my brain for hours at a time can be a very scary activity, but it is at least interesting. During the drive up, I came to the conclusion that one could write an excellent country song (or album) about my life. Check it out:
Work long hours at a shitty job for shit pay? Check, check, and check.
Drive a long-ass way to see loved ones? Yup.
Drink to an extent that would literally kill most people? Most days.
American country boy? You'd better fuckin' believe it.
Is generally an asshole? For the most part, yes.
Run and/or drink moonshine? No comment.
etc.
I ran out of brain power there. I swear I had a whole long list, but anyway you get the idea. I haven't determined whether it's profoundly depressing or somewhat inspiring that I can relate to so many country songs on such a personal level.
The cold weather today (~20-25 degrees F) meant that my tires were basically frozen all day, meaning I can do on-demand first and sometimes second gear burnouts just by hammering the throttle. Nothing quite like it. That car makes me so irresponsible.
Well, I'd better get some sleep... long drive tomorrow.
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