I don't function well when there is clutter on the mind.
Everyone needs a state in order to straighten things out.
Given that I neither drink reguarly nor can I smoke any kind of substance, I have a different kind of vice.
Nothing so uncommon, just an addiction to high speed corners and twisty bendy weavy turns.
Still found no better medidative release than a cruise through empty streets in a dead of the night.
Even cities that don't sleep have their witching hours.