In front of every stagnant line of cars is nothing. Nothing makes your commute slow. Nothing makes you sit in cars for a month every year. Nothing makes you breathe in noxious fumes. Nothing exposes you to TB. Nothing makes you a restaurant for bedbugs. Nothing makes you tired at the beginning of the day. Nothing delays your homecoming every night. Nothing exposes you to murderers and thieves. Nothing makes you temperamental. Nothing matters. Get it off the road; I've got places to go.