It has no discrimination.
From wealthy actors to blue collar men delivering milk.
From parks and recreational rangers to law abiding citizens who show up on time to vote yes for marijuana legalization.
Fumes and toxic scents cover the hot black air.
Solar rays shine blindly in the eyes of innocent men taking on another day of honest hard work.
Even screaming babies hoping to get their bottle fix are affected.
Grumbling bellies bellow from the acid churning due to the shifting of back and forth momentum.
Like slaves in an ant field relegated to their monotonous duties we push on one minute at a time in a zombie like trance.
The nauseating taste of utter despair as the clock tics onward in an upward motion that never does take a break to stop despite the late hour approaching.
No amount of comfort can prepare us for this devastating realization that Los Angeles freeway traffic is tantamount to a lindsey lohan prison sentence.
Kill me now.
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