Living the Impossible Dream: Drove West on 290 w/zero Stop and Go Traffic

I should gamble on football, because luck must be my friend today. I drove all the way west on 290 and I didn’t see any brake lights. Not once. That’s like winning the fucking lottery. It can happen at 3am, maybe, but rarely during daylight hours, even on a Sunday. Inexplicable. So eerie I might report it to Scully & Mulder.

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