On city streets I shake my fist at cars, zip across three lanes of traffic without warning, and admonish jaywalkers. I like to go fast, and I need people to Get. Out. Of. My. Way.
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Spill it here. Because it feels good to roll around in the gooey goodness of humanity for a minute.
being nice
It’s such a simple concept, such a seemingly easy way to repair relationships strained by everything we have to do with our time on any given day.