I take great satisfaction in being better than my fellow man, even in the most trivial things. Take, for instance, my drive home from the studio tonight. The gentleman cruising in the lane next to mine insisted on a pattern of hasty acceleration followed by last-second braking from one stoplight to the next. All the while, I maintained a casually consistent, well-timed cruising speed, allowing me to leap frog him at each intersection. With each pass, a feeling of victory grew inside of me.

Unrelated, enjoy this rough little jam from a Something Ridiculous practice session.