Mostly harmless

It's one of those sun stabbing me in the eyes days. No warmer or brighter than the day before. Something just keeps my head down and lids half-masted. Makes the sunglassless steering more hazardous. Trips like this used to be mind-opening coffee and cigarette sessions and arrogant wait staff. Now the philosophic times are crammed into two hours of the back seat pickup because that's the only time the delirious little one will sleep. Barely enough time to circle the ways I don't know very well and hit the revolving door of complaining about everything a couple of times. Combine that with the fifty-dollar fillups and the shrink-fees start to sound worth it, I have good benefits you see.
Used to be able to get some distance on these things. Take a few days/miles and get ahead of the insects instead of watching them splash on my side of the windshield, right where I didn't want them to. Seems to be more like that lately. Can't be satisfied kicking up loose sticks in my face, instead less harmlessly splintering to pierce me in the eye, leaving only one left squinting at whats left of the glare on the road. Things can't just fall off the shelf, they have to fall, hit something else full and sticky and bring them both crashing down on your bare feet right when the eggs are done. Might just be me, but the random accidents are becoming perfect storms of mini-tragic events, ravaging my lack of calm into downright fury.
Somewhere along the sight-splitting road I blew a seal. Lost the ability to shift gears and run smooth on rough terrain. Went careening from easy-going to mercury-switch in a few miles of draining fluid. Shouldn't get out of whack like this. Stuff that used to shred my nails just glides, off, but little unworthy imbalances destroy my world in new and stupid ways. Faulty government, melting ice caps, email down? No sweat. Going to the dmv because my license expired two months ago and you're the first grocery store clerk to stonewall my post road-trip beer, I'll burst through the wall and take on slow-hour traffic with my bare hands and teeth. Alter the way I've decided things need go in my head and I'll detonate every blade of grass on this whole city block, leaving your upper-middle class sensibilities with an unmovable brown wasteland to unappreciate.
I swear I will.
One more move and the grass gets it.