DRIVING AROUND SAD 04-07-08

Driving around town makes me sad. People are so strange when a snarly glare is really ridiculous. The psychotic part of me wants to beat them blue and black but the decency side of me brushes it off like dirt on the floor and swept in the garbage. Except sometimes I’m the garbage disposal. I let it fill up to deep sorrow and pain that makes me wish people weren’t so mean. there’s no reasoning for any such nonsense. I can tell you this, with my power of prayer I hope when I pray for them that next time I see them they’re happy.