A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- this was definitely not an introspective moment of silence went downtown for japanese for lunch today. In keeping with the pattern, i nearly got clipped by some assbite in a shiny, overpriced status synbol who figured that the value of his investment makes him immune to traffic laws. didn't get the chance to make a scene or start a fight, the fuckwad in the shiny blue 'Vette ran the intersection within inches in fromt of me and just kept on rolling through the lights, right down Central between the Madison Street Jail and the Luhrs building. funny part is there might have been some back-ass-wards justice in it if he had actually plowed me with that thing, because then it would have shattered as much of that fiberglass body as it would have of mine and then what would he do? he was rolling by too fast for me to spit and have any hope of it pegging him on the back of his head or anywhere on his upholstery 1:15 p.m. - 2002-12-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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