Apparently, I was in the way of your need for speed. You rushed around me, slammmed your car into park at the light, ran around to my window and started screaming at me. “Shit, you're really big,” you said when I got out of my car.
“Yes,” I answered. “And now it's time for you to get back in your car and make the next right turn.”
Fuck Villa Park and its little rich boys with more testosterone than sense.
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