It's piping hot outside, mid thirties, so I just have the perfect car. You may say that air conditioning is the better option, but I'm sorry, I won't believe you. The reason is you have to leave your car somewhere while you work, or shop, and when you get back, it's a bloody oven. I don't have that problem.
It is even cool enough (warm enough?) to drive around at night. Obviously it draws a lot of attention, but if I think about girls say, I get lost in that convoluted, complicated and sigh, sometimes exasperating melodrama of humdrum and hypothesis, and then I don't notice anyone around me any more.
If I think about the next epic cycle, then the world looks a bit like the opening minutes of Saving Private Ryan. I don't see any color. I just hear the occasional crack of sound. Slow motion. I just see bodies lying around me and I just have to keep my foot on the accelerator.
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