I think I'm really taking to my Medium experiment. Here's my fourth piece:
Or: What the Hell is DigiTour?
Years ago I often drove the long stretches of empty highway between San Francisco and Santa Barbara with only a Diet Coke and Dave Matthews Band for company. Sometimes another car materialized out of nowhere, pulled up close, and settled in just behind me, slightly off to the right. If I sped up or slowed down, it did the same. This was perfect fodder for my tendency towards paranoia: Was I being chased? Would I be kidnapped or run off the road? Left in a ditch? WHAT WAS EVEN HAPPENING?
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