The past five years br I've been driving a br Bloody Mary '69 Corvette br from Woodchuck Holler, Kentucky br to Sushi Beach, California. br br br Seventy miles an hour. br Nine hours a day. br Seven days a week. br br br Every night, a demon br hops into my Corvette br and zooms ninety miles an hour br in reverse, checking to see br if I paid the proper tolls, br remembered to tip at Denny's, br and always said: br 'Please. Thank you. You're welcome.' br br br Every morning, I awaken br five miles closer to Hoboken br than the day before. br br br Perfectionism. br In my youth, synonymous br with saintliness. br In reality, a disease br which permits only one ending.