The year most of my high school friends and I got our driver's permits the coolest thing one could do was stand outside after school and twirl one's car keys like a lifeguard whistle. That jingling sound meant freedom and power.
Brits and Americans have hundreds of different phrases for the same thing....
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings to the unknown and returns us to our rational structured selves refreshed.
