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I woke up this morning to a dark sky and the weather looks like it isn’t going to clear up for days (although it could be gone tomorrow.) It’s nice to wake up to the sound of rain pattering on your roof and smelling the moistness when you step out of the door in the morning. Just about everything could go wrong today and it would still be an OK day, only because of the rain.

I like driving fast in the rain and listening to classical music really loud. It makes me feel mysterious and sexy and quietly confident. You can turn around the corners with just enough speed and lose a little bit of traction–it makes you feel like you’re going a lot faster than you actually are. And then you can swerve into the little puddles going fast and make a mess of your windshield.

I like the rain most because you see real people in this kind of weather. The girls’ hair never does what they want it to and a lot of them don’t even bother with makeup because it will just cause trouble. You get to see the people that are painted over and primped up every other day. Days like that excentuate what a lucky bastard you are, because you know what your gal looks like in the morning without any makeup as she wakes up…which sharply contrasts with the women that run around in public fumbling with an umbrella or just giving up and letting their true selves show.