"do these things happen to other
people or am
I just the chosen one?
I decided it was the latter and got onto the freeway where
some guy in a volks swung over and blocked my
lane
whereupon I swung around the son-of-a-bitch and hit
75, 80, 85…
thinking, the courage it took to get out of bed each
morning
to face the same things
over and over
was
enormous."

— charles bukowski