I was sitting in traffic the other day breathing in exhaust fumes... I wanted to open my window and scream at everybody in traffic with me: All you fuckers know you're going to get cancer from these fumes, right? I already know I'll get cancer [heredity], I'm just telling all of you! I just don't know how the environmentalist message will ever penetrate the brains out there when all the brains out there are marinated with the cruisin life style. I'm nothing without my car. My car defines me. It sooo defines me... let's go cruisin' ...and the way our world is now designed, you can't get anywhere without a car - unless you're in a major major metro.
If the fumes don't get ya, the other drivers will. The way some people drive - they should just drive to a prison and ask that they be let in.
The little roadside memorials - crosses with little Teddy bears that mark the site where somebody wrecked their car and died . . . they don't slow anybody down.
The two biggest health risks: drivin and drivin
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And because I am trying to completely bum you out - just to finish you off: When my mom died, a couple of days later, Frank Sinatra died. Back when my brother died, a few days later, Princess Dianna died. There are all kinds of memory triggers - that bring back those hard times - songs, obviously - movies, I guess - headlines... but celebrity deaths too? Not sure what famous person died when my dad died. Not sure what that means either.