The Uber Ride

It's so sly. I'm contemplating my originality. Seeking the criminal path for indulgence in the safer alternative, meaning I only watch it on t.v. I give myself another chance. I feel the freaks. In a mode, I too am free and buckled down. When the belts don't click to close for safety, I think it's on for a safe trip. I'm watching the movies. I get scared and think of crashes and not only death, but that of being the sole survivor of my accidents. Twitter keeps me busy for the time I'm out of the car. I have 24 unread tweets. Well, 26 now. I'm following. Uber is following. The drivers are following. The ride is a following followed by me.