I hate cars. I just hate them. I’d love nothing more than to never see another engine in my life. My list of my automotive woes is long and storied, and I see no end in sight. It’s clear cars and their ilk have declared vendetta on me. So be it. Just be aware, cars: I have opposable thumbs and I can climb. Game on, bitches. Game on.
Aren’t we supposed to have jetpacks and super efficient pneumatic travel tubes and moving sidewalks on every street by now? I’m so pissed off that sci-fi and cartoons have lied to me all my life.