I beat up homeless people and steal their cans and bottles. Later I get baked out of my mind and go ghost ride the whip.
I ghostride the whip when I get pissed as well. The problem is, the wheel will get turned and my car will crash into a telephone pole and then I get even more pissed.
Seriously, I just leave the room, or step outside for fresh air, think serenity now, and then go back to what it was that I was doing.
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