“Excuse me, can’t you see I am driving?’
Tom Waits, American singer -songwriter and composer, screams while shaking fists towards the heavens.
He, after a period of prolonged creative drought, gets hit with an abundance of inspiration on the highway, of all places.
Creativity flows best when you are traumatized, sad, forlorn, broke, broken, diseased, depressed, addicted, dumped, high, coming down, marginalized or already dead.
Does that seem fair?