You decide

My car is my refuge. Music blasting, singing at the top of my lungs and I don't care that people can see me. Whenever I am down on life, that car will be where I let it all out. I'll take the long way home and belt out my tension. I am probably a horrible singer, too. I often times wish I had the balls or lack of self-respect to sing in public. I'd stand on a street corner and sing Incubus songs or Tool songs...whatever tapped the well. I'd be rocking out with an electric ukelele, letting the dreads fly, staring everyone down with one eye all white and one neon green. Gyrating my hips like Elvis...needle sticking out of my forearm. Hell yeah! Well, it's a nice daydream, but since I have self-respect, I keep the real me inside...unless I'm in my car.
~J