This is the third novella
there is never a gap when I get up to the stop sign bob randall and dave johns and mike fiztgerald can get up there and go right the hell out of the goddamn street but when I get up there and especially when I'm running late especially when I'm running behind and always on monday and why the hell do I always have to wait for an entire fucking HERD
Dan watched the traffic flood pass him. He pounded his steering wheel. His coffee, which he never let himself sip until he was already on the loop as part of his buddhist studies (denial), was cold, he just knew it. Sandi said it was because he put too much milk (skim) in it, but what the hell did she know. Jake Thompson was behind him, edging up to his bumper. If he "accidentally" hit him again, he was going to "accidentally" tell his wife he wasn't actually going across town to take the babysitter home on friday nights.
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