The Break Light


Commuting to work and seeing the sunrise instead of brake lights is greatly relaxing. Traffic in the Atlanta area can be a killer. On several occasions I have spilled a beverage in my lap on the drive to work because of braking suddenly. The result being the walk of shame through the entrance with a seemingly large area of wetness that bears the resemblance of me relieving myself.

Just imagine how my passive aggression takes hold while I hear the comments of my peers as I curse them under my smile. I make a dry threat that the next person who says something will not receive an explanation and usually a 'higher-up' calls my bluff. Motherf...

Thankfully, I see the sunrise several times a week and the only time I get the feeling of disavowed aggression/anxiety and do my best Barry Egan impression is when I mispronounce a word or use it improperly. Maybe that is obsessive compulsion, but that's quite enough personality disorders to discuss in one post.

I watched 40 minutes of High Tension and switched to Goodfellas which containse my favorite scene of all. The visit to Pesci's mother's house with a body in the trunk and they wind up eating a meal with her. They exit with a knife and shovels. That is dark humor.


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