Stu and I watched this last night and he said, “I understand where all that driving rage comes from a little bit better now. You remind me of him a little bit.”

I didn’t want to admit to him that Louis CK was pretty much quoting me in the car yesterday, when I decided to blare “In Bloom” on the radio in raging hostility after I got cut off by a chick on a motorcycle in a Harley Davidson leather jacket who went the wrong way down a one way street, realized that was wrong, and then decided to right it by going in front of my car when there wasn’t any space.

I also think that this is a very Northeastern, Boston-area, even, train of thought. The past few weeks have been an exercise in me realizing the angry little East Coaster in my soul; or, perhaps, innate asshole tendencies that I don’t talk about much.