The Working Bee

I drove out to the suburbs to visit my friend Lou. I tend to get depressed when I go out there. We usually drink a few beers and I’ll sleep it off before coming home. I woke up at five in the morning and thought it a good idea to come home early. The sun was rising and the birds were singing.  I was looking forward to a nice leisurely drive on the five freeway. I had my top down on my convertible. I was going to cruise back. I got on the freeway and everything turned manic in an instance. There were cars everywhere traveling at a high rate of speed. I felt like torpedoes were shooting at me from all directions. I was the neutron and there were protons flying all around me. This is no way to live.

            I was driving in the slow line. I was being tailgated by a hyped up worker bee. He was right on my bumper, as if there were no other lines to pass me with. Even the semi trucks were speeding. I was holding on tight to my steering wheel, thinking this is crazy. What’s the damn rush? It’s five in the morning. The sun is coming up. The birds are singing. Lets ease on into it and have a good time.