My dream is not to need a car. I managed to live without one until I was 31, then I compromised my principles for a job that dangled lots of money in front of me. That company's stock is now worth about 1/15th of what it was in mid-2000. And in last year's recession, the best job I could find was nowhere near a train station or bus line.
So every day I join the herd...
"Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes,
Contestants in a suicidal race."
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