*I bet its some old ass woman. Her life is used up and her time means nothing, so she drives like a FUCKING INCONSIDERATE MORON without thinking about MY TIME or considering the fact that I WANT TO GET HOME.*

I get stuck behind morons like this almost every day while commuting.

***GO!***

Finally, the stupid old bitch turned left where I needed to turn right. I turned off my high beams, and moved through the intersection quickly once she was out of the way. There was no need to stop completely because I am *not a moron* so I could see that no other cars were around, there were no police nearby, and moving on would hurt nobody.

I had to press my garage door button FOUR TIMES before I finally gained access to my own house. *Lousy Chinese shit.* *I do my job to the best of my ability EVERY SINGLE DAY and yet the money I earn only buys this SHIT that I have to FORCE to work.* On the fourth click, the garage door sopped opening. I had pressed too many times. *GOD DAMMIT.* I pressed the button again and the garage door started to close. *Just OPEN. I WANT YOU TO OPEN. HOW FUCKING HARD IS THAT? I PRESS THE BUTTON AND YOU OPEN!* One more click and the garage door *finally* opened. *See. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Fucking cheap ass Chinese SHIT.*

The garage door closed more easily. Just one click and the irritating motor’s whirr blared.

BA-BOOM. The door sealed against the ground.

The clutter of Maya’s boxes all over the garage floor would make it difficult for me to open my car door. I would have to kick them out of the way. *I will put those in the attic this weekend when I have time.* I had been too busy for the past few months. *I will cut the grass this weekend too.*

*The Midnight Special* was playing on the radio. Good song. *Let the midnight special… shine a light on me… let the midnight speeeeecial… shine an evelovin\` light on me.* The song would be over soon and then I would go inside. Then I could rest and get ready for work. Work first and then the boxes afterward. And the grass and the dishes. Maybe a better song would come on next.

Next was *Layla*. Its epic instrumental section caused my head to nod. Truly a great song.

Then came some Jim Croce song. I tapped my foot to the beat.

Then *Jet Airliner* by The Steve Miller Band. I leaned back my seat.

The music stopped and some idiotic DJ started talking about how few interruptions to the music the station had. *YOU ARE THE INTERRUPTION.* The DJ kept yacking. *Maya use to yack about nonsense like that. I wish I would have listened.* *I just have to kick those stupid boxes out of the way and make my way inside. Then I can sleep. The music is good when this idiot isn’t yacking though… One more song. Then I can sleep.*

Once the DJ stopped talking, there were commercials. Of course, I had to pay for his music by listening to half-hearted appeals by morons hoping for other morons to buy their useless moronic products that probably don’t work. *Shut up so I can sleep.*

I was close to sleep when the music finally started back. *Yes, music!*

It was a slow and sad song. I thought that I had heard the song before, but could not place the title or artist. This was the song I needed to hear. The rhythm seemed unique, and the voice was one of angels. *This is the song. This is what I wanted. It is ok. I am ok. Everything is ok…. Should I go inside?* The song was too sweet. I had to hear the end.

*I need to move those boxes. Maya’s things… I like this song. I like this song…* The song seemed to go on forever.

*I will never have time to put Maya’s boxes in the attic.*