Momentary Insecurity of an Id

Momentary Insecurity of an Id I hit the brake as I near the red light intersection. Music from my massive stereo is playing the loud sounds of LMFAO. I see ahead through my sunglasses, hanging out of other driver’s side windows in my lane and beside it, the hands of people leaning wrists on theirContinue reading “Momentary Insecurity of an Id”

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