Therapy

Peter was sick of the city lights, he detested them. He never asked for all of this! Or atleast he doesn't recall it.. The smell of prime rib in the air, the pink skies, the dying stars, the big white clouds. The city life isn't for him, life isn't for him at all, his life is this. He hated the natives, he hated the sounds, the constant buzzing in the air, the sirens, the God damned red lights. He was doomed to it all, but it was all he really had, and all he ever knew. He could never fend for himself, he always sat in the shadows, cool and cozy. The sun rays rarely hit him and he never bothered to make a decision, because everything he does, is eminently doomed to fail. At this point, Peter feels too comfortable, his ass is numb from sitting still. He parks his car on the side of a darkened highway by the forest, he jumps out of the car with rage. Angered, frustrated, anxious, annoyed, he climbs to the roof of the car, such a simple task, but felt like an eternity, it was his brand new car, his feet dented it. Once he was standing on the top, he felt like a king, unstoppable "fuck everybody" he said to himself, ashamed of his ways. That phrase helped him ease up the tenseness in his muscles, he felt lighter. "Fuck everybody" he repeated, with a a pinch of confidence, now cooler, less fucks given. A pick up truck drove by where he was and honked at him. It angered Peter for no reason, though it was dark and he could only see the brake lights of the truck, he stuck out his middle finger and shouted at the top of his lungs "fuck you asswipe!!!" He felt rebellious, "he can't do shit!" He reminded himself, It was like self therapy, like something you would read in a "living life to the fullest for dummies" book. He had to do it again, this time he used both hands and jumped up and down "Fuck you! Fuck everybody! Fuck this town! Fuck your mother! Fuck your grandmother! And if I didn't say it already, FUCK YOUUUU!!!!" He felt alive, he felt good, and though what he was doing was not good at all, his heart told him otherwise. He climbed down, no regrets of what he had done to his car, hops back into the driver seat, it felt like a different vehicle than the one he had gotten out of. He put on his seat belt and put the pedal to the floor. There was no stopping him.