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September 18, 2010
The hypnotic thump, thump, thump of the side-view mirrors as the bass humped the dashboard jostled the glass on every beat, distorting the worldview from the mirrors with a rhythmic pull, and for a second one could almost picture what it would be like if time stopped, if a disaster struck, if the view shattered and people froze in shock before the chaos kicked in--and you have to wonder how such morbid, macabre thoughts could possibly creep in when all you're doing is waiting outside the post office for stamps, listening to something that's supposed to be fun.