by Poe Kaw Moo “Was steering to work, Barnes’s Bent was playing. Halfway on the 285 south, I jerked, having the urge to release those feelings; the best I could do was roar the hell out of it. “Ah—! —! **—! @#$%&!! “Ah— “*** “@/$:)/@f$$/) “—! “Ahhh—ah—AH—A*H—@H—@#H!! “Ah—! …***…! …@/$:)/@f$$/)!!! “⍉⍉⍉AHHH!! ⍰⍰⍰ *** @#&$%@!! “I must declare, it feels satisfactory. Turning on 675, I did my prayer just as I did on any other day. Thank you, God. Thank