Beer drinker, rocker, programmer, and sex peddler.
That really stressed me out. I couldn't cross Central without going as far east as 2nd or as far west as Rio Grande (and even then, I had to sneak through someone's parking lot). And this was at 2 in the afternoon!
It didn't make any sense: you could drive on Central; you just couldn't turn off of it.
If this shit is supposed to make people feel good (e.g. "aww look at the pretty lights") it sure as hell backfired. When it takes me half an hour to drive to Lowes in the early afternoon, I don't feel good about anything.