So free arh. Should have spent the time polishing and waxing your car then let the birds take a dump on them.
Haha, yeah that's probably more productive
I was irresponsibly brash then
What made me stop:
I remember this old white sedan pulling up into the driveway, no idea why I followed, one heckuva near-miss probably
I stopped just behind
And the driver, a middle-aged woman, stepped out to open the gate then paused as she saw me
I wound down my window, rage boiled over, angry words threatening to spill out of my motor mouth
She took two steps towards me, raised her palm in an apologetic gesture and bowed slightly, saying sorry
Was taken aback (because a shouting match *always* ensues) and everything just melted away
I raised my hand and drove off slowly
She probably didn't know but when I reached the end of the block, I pulled over onto the sidewalk
Slumped into my seat, head resting on the wheel and I sobbed
It was one heckuva miss probably and I was lucky to escape unscathed
I was all of eighteen years in age ;p