Culture is another excuse for not thinking for yourself.
Saw so many genuinely whimsical things today.
I noticed a blue ford ranger pulling out of an intersection today. The reason I noticed it was that there was something hanging out the bottom of it. I first assumed it was a bag or some helpless radical. But the blotch moving from beneath the vehicle was actually two legs being dangled from the side of it. A helpless white trash lady with bleach blonde hair and ill fitting blouse and stirrup pants proceed to jump from the moving vehicle (it was pulling out of an intersection so it wasn't going too fast) and tuck and roll down the grass lined shoulder of U.S. 119. She proceeded to DART across the 2 lanes of oncoming traffic to some sort of asylum that I couldn't see from my car. The abrupt action of the female occupant of the car caused the driver to slam the truck over the curb and get out while the vehicle was rolling to a stop. The following sight of a typical white trash couple, extremely thin mulleted and trucker capped man and obese 80's clad woman, running across the 4-lane is one of the sights I shall never forget. The sort of childlike anxiety on the woman's face is burned into my minds eye. As I drove by the spot of the altercation, I witnessed it's aftermath. The woman was hiding behind and ambulance driver and a man who exited his Cavalier in what I would swear looked like boxers while the husband pleaded for the woman to return to the car.
As I proceeded further, I saw a man that will kick ass till the day he dies. Clad in his aviator glasses, members only jacket (blue-green), and well worn wrangler jeans, his visage gave off a well worn glow that was substantiated by the sheer attitude radiating from the cigarette that was hanging off his lip. If I were to get in a knife fight in the store, I can think of no one else I want watching my back.
I noticed a blue ford ranger pulling out of an intersection today. The reason I noticed it was that there was something hanging out the bottom of it. I first assumed it was a bag or some helpless radical. But the blotch moving from beneath the vehicle was actually two legs being dangled from the side of it. A helpless white trash lady with bleach blonde hair and ill fitting blouse and stirrup pants proceed to jump from the moving vehicle (it was pulling out of an intersection so it wasn't going too fast) and tuck and roll down the grass lined shoulder of U.S. 119. She proceeded to DART across the 2 lanes of oncoming traffic to some sort of asylum that I couldn't see from my car. The abrupt action of the female occupant of the car caused the driver to slam the truck over the curb and get out while the vehicle was rolling to a stop. The following sight of a typical white trash couple, extremely thin mulleted and trucker capped man and obese 80's clad woman, running across the 4-lane is one of the sights I shall never forget. The sort of childlike anxiety on the woman's face is burned into my minds eye. As I drove by the spot of the altercation, I witnessed it's aftermath. The woman was hiding behind and ambulance driver and a man who exited his Cavalier in what I would swear looked like boxers while the husband pleaded for the woman to return to the car.
As I proceeded further, I saw a man that will kick ass till the day he dies. Clad in his aviator glasses, members only jacket (blue-green), and well worn wrangler jeans, his visage gave off a well worn glow that was substantiated by the sheer attitude radiating from the cigarette that was hanging off his lip. If I were to get in a knife fight in the store, I can think of no one else I want watching my back.
posted by P.M. Richets at 2:19 AM
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What are we to do with ourselves? From two different worlds yet we find so many things in common. I've tried to explain myself and my actions but you still don't understand. Is it worth all the confusion?
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