Revenge of the shift.
Shortly after arriving in California, I started to suffer from road rage. What began as merely a rash of bad feelings has escalated into an open sore of misanthropic, vehicular hate.
It wasn’t always this way. For five years I managed to dodge every weaving old lady, cell-phone addict and preoccupied soccer mom trying…
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Improved Takedown formula
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Stunning visuals
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Catching air, dude
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Giant, networking tracks
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Traffic-checking
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Still no replay
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No car specs
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Painfully trendy music
