A Garbage Memory: Part 1

I had just gotten my brand new black Honda Fit. I hadn’t even had it a week and already I was putting some serious wear on the machine. I’d drive all day and night, with the windows down, smoking cigarettes, and listening to music. It must have been close to 2 am when I found myself on near vacant streets of uptown Dallas.
Coming upon a red light, the Garbage song “Special” started pumping through the speakers. Many times before I’d reenact the flight sequence from the music video. I’d get on the freeway and mercilessly weave between cars, going about 80 miles per hour, pretending I was in flight and battling my way through the crowd. It was pretty dangerous stuff, but I was a teenager fueled by feelings of invincibility. Something I’d never do now.

Want to read the full story? Masturbating with O.C.D. coming soon!