On Commuting

When I’m commuting, I pretend that every other car – including mine – has a cake in their passenger seat.

Then I’m never stressed.

You figure jerks cars worry about whatever party that cake is for.

When I piss off other cars, I shrug cause I’m trying not to wreck my cake.

What does everyone cares way more about? Cake and parties? Or accidentally mangling the bod of some mother of two???

I'm a graphic designer (portfolio), classical pianist and artist in Baltimore, MD. I host the Uncanny Creativity Podcast helping to demystify the creative process and creator of Funlooksfun.com, an online shop for apparel and games. Twitter: @sketchee

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