Addicted To This Lifestyle

This evening I strolled down the snow covered walks of my neighborhood and soaked it all in. The automobile artery in the distance had the glow of gridlock traffic but was just far enough for the winter blanket to silence their sound. Instead I was left to hear my own thoughts.

I used to be a member of the rush hour traffic society. A member to a devote network of Waze users colluding to outsmart the traffic jams. No matter how I obfuscated the route the duration would be no less than two hours. It was nonsense, no way for a human to live.

Now my network is hardened speculators, our task is banking coin, and the duration is of no matter because I love every brute second of it.

Let’s close this year out like a bunch of badasses.