Getting on the Holland Tunnel is like migrating with a pack or herd of Elephants.
Cars are everywhere and noise is a barrier between you and the rest of society, while going at the speed of a mini cooper on a Sunday stroll. Hearing the people in their cars screaming, shouting, and the blasting sound of honking horns in harmony. My boredom level goes through the roof and the thought of asking “are we there yet” crosses my mind a billion times. What seems like hours pass as we get closer and closer, and the smell of rotten everything passes through my naval cavities. Sooner or later I begun to see the light at the end of the tunnel and my mind goes spastic with happy thoughts of finally being able to get out of that crowded, smelly hellhole.

By Raus6595