lately I’ve been wishing more and more that I could fly. a push off like Neo did in Matrix: Reloaded. Ascending with a blur (to conceal my identity) and landing definitively at my destination, leaving an impression 2 or so inches in the ground. Because I’m sick of buying gas.
you CAN fly, stephen…but if you still believe that “what goes up, must come down” you never will…so do your superman thing…you already have the t-shirt:)
The price of gas and ATL rush hour traffic is driving a sister insane. I wish I had the flying cars like on the Jetsons.