Last night, "I Saw The Sign" popped up on the iPod. I rolled down the windows. I opened the moonroof. I cranked that volume up to, like, 45. And I screamed along as if I were shooting for worst contestant on American Idol.
I'd like to be able to say that it's because it was 11:15 at night, and I was coming home from work, and I was tired -- both mentally and physically.
I'd LIKE to be able to say that. But it isn't true.
Even today, with decent night's sleep under my belt (I have a toddler, I'll never have a GOOD night's sleep again), with a good breakfast and a cup of coffee, I'd still crank it up.
"Life is demanding, without understanding?" C'mon, it's Swedish gold. (or are they Norwegian?) I mean, it's no "you live for the fight when it's all that you've got" but nobody beats Bon Jovi.