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Damn, its been hot.

Now, I know its hotter other places, but damn, its hot. Not quite now, this morning has had a lovely breeze, but this time of day its got a breeze, but you can feel the humidity in there, like a friendly guy who you kinda suspect is all coke’d up with something ugly in his back pocket, just waiting for you to turn around so he can crack you upside the head with his brutal beating stick of 100 degree heat, steal your money, your shoes, your Bonnaroo hat, kick you a couple of times in the ribs just for spite, and then burn holes in your clothes.

Its friendly now, at 10 in the AM, but its got a vicious streak, and that thing’ll come out like a drunk uncle on game day. Best to hide inside, people. Lemme tell you.

Except we don’t have that option, do we? So we get to see all the fun ways that heat just screws with people over time.

Like yesterday, on the way home, where I saw a pickup truck loaded down with furniture cut off the car in front of me, and then proceed to flip them off. My stare of incredulous disbelief was kinda thwarted by the hat and glasses, but it was a bit of a trip. And then the old guy at the other side of the red light on Tennessee Avenue, as soon as the light turned green, frantically waving me on so he could turn left. Now, it’d make sense if I were a 10 second delay red light guy, but I’m a “try not to squeal the tires but still be the first off the line” red light guy, and the Mazda has my back. Still, old guy’s got his cigarette in his mouth, flapping his arms around like I’m some confused, stoned beatnik, wandering blindly across his right of way.

The incredulous stare, once again, blocked by the glasses and hat as I drove by. He was too busy flapping at the car behind me by then.

But damn, its hot, and that brings out the worst from some of these weird people in Oak Ridge. And everywhere else, I guess. I don’t think the Sunnis and Shiites would have too big a beef if they grew up in Scandinavia.

They’d just have to deal with the vikings.