In Rochester, New York nearing midnight. The blizzard was what I hadn't seen in years. The roads were empty. The snow plowers are still clearing most major roads, but the blizzard just begun.

That night was one of my few moments of absolutely freedom. I had a quarter of a bag before I set out to Pita Pit- the only place open that late. Rap Superstar was blasting through my car.

Jefferson Road was still filled up with a half foot of snow, largely unplowed. My natural talent was having the ability to drive on snow. My car was sliding for 4 miles from my house down to Pita Pit, sideway to sideway, I threw my steering wheel into the same direction I was sliding away from. There was not another car in sight. The area was completely deserted. Not even police was patrolling that night.

After I entered my car. All I did was to slam on the gas, the wheel spin and completely spinned around 270 degrees toward the exit. I never had so much fun, with so little car, and so much freedom, plus the magic of blizzard.