a curious case of road rage

riding home tonight in a company car, we ran into traffic on the west side highway. a mid-sized sedan tried to cut off the lincoln town car i was in but my driver wouldn't let him in.
i wasn't much paying attention until i realized just how erratically my driver was driving, when suddenly he rolls his window down and screams: "Yeah?! Well you can eat the corn outta my sh*t!"
afterwards my driver apologized to me profusely for his outburst. "I just couldn't let him get away with the rhetoric he was puttin' down, man. You know what I'm sayin'?"
i am SO going to miss the friggin' city!

! pack it up \ \ pack it in !

the count down has begun.
one chapter is rapidly drawing to an end and another is opening.
i can't say as i am happy about the place i'm moving to, but i figure i will give it a chance. i am open to the experience and the challenge of getting to know myself in another place.
i am anxious for things to get going, i think that's where my stress is coming from.