A letter to my future self- Part 2

In days,

when you get stuck in traffic

and you have a windshield in front you

and wipers dancing to the tune of some lame ass music because your wife tells you gangsta rap is for school going kids

when you finally smell of cologne

remember how easy it was to scoot through the vast wasteland of hydrocarbon fumes

with just a little racing throttle response

and despite that airflow, you’d still smell horrible

and it was okay,

gansta rap probably fit well with arm sweats and motorbikes

I think you’ll look back and say my life is easy

I sometimes believe that myself

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