Part of driving a car in a big city is adjusting to endless hostility and selfishness. Surprising to catch a break at Bartlett and Davenport near rush hour the other day and the guy who let me in didn’t even recognize me, he was doing it just because. Now I’m nominating Nilan Perera in the Juno category of best musician that can drive a car without being an asshole.

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