Why I Sometimes Think This Town Is Full Of Freaks, Or: How I Am Different From Others. (first in a series):

Morning Commute. Freeway off-ramp.

Car to my left: Saturn, pasty white-guy singing along to what I expect is some sort of wo-pop. Dreamcatcher hanging from rearview mirror.

Car to my right: honda civic or accord, they all look the same to me, older woman at the wheel. some sort of little golden buddha hanging from rearview. Silent. Does not make eye contact.

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Me: hulking SUV. intently listening to en-pee-arrgh and making notes in my handspring. Occasionally yelling at fuckwit in car in front of me who has to be colorblind, because no one STOPS on a GREEN, you moronic twat. Mirrored disco ball hanging from rearview.

I think it was really the rearview-trinkets that make me laugh--native american spiritualism, buddhism, and...disco?

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I'm a dancing queen, young and free.