On Episode Eight, our heroes get mentally prepared for the long road ahead. Robert Evans from Behind The Bastards gives us a prompt that make us one with the road, and Matt moves to Times Square.

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Challenge: "Driving so long you become one with the road"

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BUG'S SONG

Title: On The Morning Commute

Lyrics:

On the Morning Commute

Sing along with the tune

I can throw on a podcast, a radio broadcast

all the things I can do on the morning commute

The beginning of the day is easy, I have a list of tasks to do

Get up, brush teeth, make toast, eat toast, make bed, don't eat bed

get dressed (required), comb hair (that one is optional)

plenty of structure...

and likewise my work day is a breeze

between meetings that should have been emails

and emails that protect me from meetings

I am stimulated all day, left and right and from every

corner of my cubicle, a beautiful hectic chaos that

keeps my mind racing and taken up with TODO's

but its that half hour in between...

that damn morning commute

Sing along with the tune

I can throw on a podcast, a radio broadcast

all the things I can do on the morning commute

You know, we don't use what scientists call our "Active" brain when we drive?

It's why we can hold conversations with passengers (or illegally as I found out, on cell phones)

or completely space out and realize 10 minutes and 12 miles down the road

And thats where you find me. Nowhere to run.

Can't even use my hands to defend myself

No amount of NPR or Arianna Grande can drown you out

no crosswords to keep my attention locked down, and you know it

You say "haha! your melatonin might've saved you last night, but you're

legally locked into conciousness now, 30 minutes locked in a Mazda

with nothing to properly stop ya, so you should buckle up bud, I've come here to haunt ya

So I snuck out last night and went to town like the Grinch of Suburbia

Climbing every traffic light and shaking the red and yellow glitter out of each one,

flipping every stop sign around to it's "Go-Side",

a couple well-place cones and now we have TWO northbound freeways and everyone else

going south can just use waze or something

Because I am getting this over with

I painted over all the lane dividers on the way to work

and had enough black paint leftover to paint a tunnel on a cliff as

a shortcut to shave off another seven minutes... funny, isn't it?

It took a drive to make me learn my limits

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MATT'S SONG

Title: White Line

Lyrics:

low fuel light's been on for days

i haven't seen another car

since i passed petrol station

must have a week or more

i punched in your address but

i don't think i remember you

objects in the mirror disappear as they slip out of view

i haven't stopped the car in so long i can't even tell

leave it long enough you turn in to somebody else