A New Day A New Traffic Pattern

One of the worst parts about living in suburbia is driving; personally I am a huge believer that if you can't walk somewhere you probably don't want to go there. Most weekends I simply shut myself in my house (usually in my room under my Linus blankie) and refuse to leave the house; traffic on the one main thoroughfare is miserable what with all the suburbanites going to the Gap or ShopRite. If I do leave the house, I put on my radio and blast some "fuck you" music with the force of a frontman for the Insane Clown Posse; that way I get myself into the appropriate mood to handle all the hell that awaits. Yup I become a Juggaloo for the weekend and if you don't understand the reference then you are definitely a person who needs to move.