My heart starts to race, things tighten up, muscles tighten up.

My heart starts to race, things tighten up, muscles tighten up.


Once I got back home,
I was driving. I did a lot of driving when I
was over there, almost everyday. So driving here is
a lot different than driving over there. Over there you avoid every
pothole you possibly can ’cause who knows what’s inside of it. Here usually a pothole
is just a pothole. A bag of trash or something
beside the road here is usually a bag of trash. Over there, who knows
what’s inside of it. So you swerve, stuff
like that, for a couple of months I did that here. Even still I kind of look at things like, “Whoa,
what’s that?” Your heart races or
mine does anyway. My heart starts to race, things
tighten up, muscles tighten up. I actually start looking
around, almost like I’m looking for a trigger man,
stuff like that. You know, I try to swerve away
from it, get on the other side of the road, stuff like that. But yeah, little
things like that , it’s not normal I guess
for here, you know.

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