"Waiting Room" by Fugazi
Yeah, I'm a patient boy, but it's not like I have many options. I doze off in the backseat as Mom merges onto the highway, waking up twenty minutes later to one of those evangelical billboards. You've probably seen them somewhere: red letters on a piss-yellow background, Forgive My Sins Jesus Save My Soul. My post-nap bleariness blurs out the lettering till our car gets right under it. I read it all. Now, soul-saving has got to be a new level of patience. Cradle to grave. Let's just say I'm still working up to it. But now, in the car, in the world, is a better time than any.