It's a rush with psychedelic overtones to awaken from a thoroughly arousing dream one minute and leave for work ten minutes later. The experience can amplify the thrill factor of the visual and sonic dimensions with liberal doses of precipitation on the tarmac, an empty gut with a craving for caffeine, a radio station with a Japanese announcer, whose preference for the shrill of his own voice to any kind of foray into the musical realm is as obvious as the bags under the eyes of the bollock in the rear vision mirror, and the need for speed.
That's right. I am dangerous.
*snaps jaw shut, places hands on hips like a poster boy for the Village People Movement, adjusts Air Force issue Raybans*