I have a little secret. Sometimes I like to drive faster than I should on the highway. Not by much, but fast enough to where me losing control would probably result in me dying. Driving is dangerous. It's definitely the most dangerous thing I do on a daily basis. It's amazing how numb you get to it though. When my dad was first teaching me how to drive, I felt like I would never be able to learn how to do it. I may have cried once or twice. I may have had a nightmare about running over a little girl. Maybe. Now though, I am racing down the highway listening to Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen, with one hand on the wheel and the other holding a cup of coffee. When I am going fast enough, I think about my ancestors, and how they never in their life got to experience going anywhere near that fast. When I'm on the highway it feels like I'm flying. It feels like I'm in control and can go anywhere my little Mazda could take me. Sometimes it feels like I merge with the car in some insane metaphysical way, or just a normal physical way. That probably sounds a little strange. I actually really enjoy driving and hope it doesn't kill me one day.
One time as I was driving back from my girlfriend's house, I looked to my left and saw someone hanging outside of their car from the passenger-side door. He had on a facemask but I could make out his eyes looking at mine. It felt strangely intimate. I think my reaction must have been pretty funny. I was shocked. They sped away and cut across multiple lanes into the next exit. If I had to guess, he's probably gonna die from a car accident before I do—hopefully. That'd be fucked up if I did. I don't do that dumb shit.