The white ice melted away today to reveal the blacktop in patches. Sand and salt have been spread about so that my tires found purchase more often than not on the road tonight. I don't give a shit about the cold anymore. One day's as good as another, and all look like the inside of a cubicle.
These are the salad days, young man.
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