Man on bike vs. traffic

On the highway on my way to psychiatry at Westchester hospital this morning, I saw a man on a professional racing bicycle riding furiously amongst the traffic. Was he riding furiously because he got onto the highway inadvertently and was in full scale panic mode because he couldn't get off? Or was he training for the next tour de France? Who knows. In any case...what happened next was pretty awesome in my (humble) opinion. As he was riding along on his merry way, an SUV, perhaps assuming it had the right of way (SUVs these days!), tried to cut him off and switch lanes. Without pause, the man on the bicycle held aloft his hand and struck the side of the SUV four times (yes, I was watching eagerly and counted). Sorry, buddy, I got this lane. I mean, I know you're in a vehicle that probably weighs about 30 times more than I do...and I'm just a guy on a bike right? But, come on now. I got this.
Which made me think - what sort of person thinks that this is acceptable behavior? What was going on in his mind? Does he have a mind? Etc. Pretty interesing. Especially now that I'm on psychiatry...food for thought, I tells ya. Food for thought.

This time will be different

This time will be different.
This time I have foil paper.
I put it on my head, it protects my brain.
Wrapped three times around
not twice-
three times. With the end tucked in at the middle.
It provides
maximum security this way.

They have attempted to enter my house three times now.
I know this because the silent alarm
that is hooked up to my medial temporal lobe
to my
corpus amygdaloideum
went off each time.
(they don't know I know).

I have TOP secrets.
Top security secrets that the government wants.
They put
surveillance cameras on my street
at the grocery store in my favorite coffee cup my wife is in on it too.

I am a lone warrior in a world gone mad.
The new delivery man making his rounds
has his eye on me.
The deli across the street
recently opened
with the fat free muffins
has a room full of spies
working nine to five
tapping my phone lines
HA! Joke's on them
I communicate via the mind.

Last year I developed a math equation
an equation of cataclysmic proportions
unlocking the secrets of time
this equation will
change the fabric of time and space
as we know it.
So you see. I have TOP secrets.
Top secrets that the government wants.

Men in long gray overcoats
and
blackened sunglasses
working for the CIA
for the FBI
hover on street corners
communicating over the private satellite links
they have installed in microchips
at the base of their brains.
They pretend to read newspapers
They hold long conversations with their mothers
but
the newspapers are upside down
and
they say the same thing in a loop
3 minutes 33 seconds.
(I timed it).

Trying to get past my defenses.
Might as well give up now.
Almost got me last week
when I ventured out for supplies
running low.
A lone warrior
in a world gone mad.
But
this time will be different.
This time I have foil paper.

Happiness is...

1. An early morning session of high intensity interval training.
2. A Stephen King novel, a hot cup of English Breakfast tea (two sugars - yes, sugar damnit - and milk), a rainy day.
3. A freshly opened, out of the package, new white coat.
4. Another desktop worthy picture of my nephew.
5. Volunteer neurosurgery call with the most amazing residents on earth.
6. A clean apartment.
7. Two hour conversations with my Mom about nothing.
8. A hard day's work and a shuttle ride home.
9. Nebert shenanigans.
10. A good night's sleep.