C'mon fess up.
I will.
As recently as my 20's, when I still lived in Queens and drove a gold 1981 RX-7, I remember pulling into my driveway at like 2AM, after a night of sensless speeding on the Grand Central Parkway, and having to run from my car to the house because I was scared of the dark. Even now, intellectual powers notwithstanding, I still get the impulse to freak out for what may be in the dark. I hate this, because I know nothing is there. But what scares me is what my mind will fabricate. I feel so self-betrayed.
2hp
I will.
As recently as my 20's, when I still lived in Queens and drove a gold 1981 RX-7, I remember pulling into my driveway at like 2AM, after a night of sensless speeding on the Grand Central Parkway, and having to run from my car to the house because I was scared of the dark. Even now, intellectual powers notwithstanding, I still get the impulse to freak out for what may be in the dark. I hate this, because I know nothing is there. But what scares me is what my mind will fabricate. I feel so self-betrayed.
2hp
-- This is what I have come to describe as the "going native" strategy. Fuck it. You see a bunch of bogey men doing some weird shit around a campfire in the middle of the night. Just walk right up and say:
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