Too loud

I'm anxious to move, for many reasons not worth stating, but specifically right now: So I can sing really loudly and terribly, alone. At my last house there were surprisingly frequent times when all four of my roommates would be gone at the same time and I could belt some shit out. The house was far removed from other neighbors, so there was little risk of angering anyone except 349812498153895724520 moles in the yard as they conspired to leave hills and trails in the next eerily precise pattern of their design. Now I have no such luck, and due more to consideration for others than to self-consciousness (though there is plenty of that), my melodic screaming is confined to my car. I was almost glad to be stuck in Portland traffic for a bit today. Almost. There was this girl behind me who was singing far more passionately than I, which is a rare and refreshing sight. She was pounding the roof and everything. She also nearly rear-ended me a dozen times. We have much in common. We may be related.

Speaking of which, I haven't been in a car accident in a few years. Now that I've written that, I'm sure it'll happen soon. I can't believe it hasn't yet, actually. I've even mentioned it out loud a couple times to other people recently, and nothing has happened except increased encounters with normal Oregonian drivers who are even shittier than I am. And that could be attributed to increased amounts of me driving in Oregon. My theory is that fate is holding off for one epic crash where I end up going over the edge of the 405 bridge. Probably within the next week, because I keep forgetting 405 is under construction. I wouldn't put it past myself to drive through a dozen road cones and into a hole in the bridge before remembering. I would probably be too into singing a song to notice.

I will be making several visits over the next three weekends, amounting to about 12 hours of driving/belting out songs. Probably the same 15 songs, too. I'm excited, but I fear for my life.