I am not a building with boarded-up windows.

I am a sprinkler in a cold field.

The other day, I was driving home from work. You know, relieved and just wanting to be at home and just to drift through the archways. The traffic was not too bad. The traffic was not too good. Usually, there is a point underneath the Stark Street overpass that the cars stop the stop-and-go and just go!
I usually don't speed too much going home. I was speeding along though, behind this church transport van going faster and faster and faster, starting from the stand-still until we were both pushing seventyfivemilesanhour. I felt safe hauling ass behind the church van.
I am invincible.