Road Rage (Almost)

I think it's all just too plain to see.

I am not in the best of my moods now, and I can absolutely empathize with those road bullies we usually abhor. I mean, some of these stupid fucking bastards are, in very simple terms, "asking for it".

For one, don't fucking blare your stupid horns at me for any of your stupid reasons that I just can't see.

I felt that urge to stop my car right at the roadside. And I regretted not keeping a baseball bat in my car.

But I didn't. Even with a baseball bat, I don't think I can get out of any fight unscathed, if not dead.

*****

I haven't felt real true happiness for a long, long, long, long time.

How long more must it elude me?

Pray tell.