It's amazing what a good sleep will do for your outlook. You fall asleep miserable and wake up, forgetting why exactly, because the sun's shining, the tunes are swimming through your stock speakers, and you're flying down the highway, full faith in the four dollars' worth of fumes you fed your whip you affectionately refer to as Wanda (the Honda) because you know she's got another thirty miles left in her once that light comes on. She's basically your home and your best friend for all intents and purposes because she asks you no questions and tells you no lies. She loves it when you pump up the jams full blast, windows down, shamelessly fist pumping and signing out the sunroof to pop songs, directing the symphony of the road with your left hand, your cigarette a burning baton. You fancy yourself the director of this symphony you call your life. Your life's been good to you, but you've seen more than your fair share of the shit times. Still, when you...