I exit stage left...

So within the last 2 days, i've driven my awesome car about maybe 10 miles total. Now since I live about 2 blocks from my school and about 6 blocks from work, this is a lot for 2 weekdays. Anywho, if you knew the car I have you'd realize why driving around these shitbird roads of Grand Rapids is unnerving, even for me. Yesterday- 7:15 a.m. Driving downtown to work (yes, it's 6 blocks, but at 7am...I'm not walking anywhere) some dipshit tries to race through all the 8 traffic lights, which is impossible. The donkey's who set those thing obviously likes to piss people off in the morning because you can NEVER make it through more than 2 before the other has just turned red. Well, he nearly tries to wreck 8 other cars and a bus on trying to outwit the traffic light gods. Well, I pull up next to him of course at the "major" corner traffic light and look at him. My windows are down and he decides to "make a face" at me. No biggie, I flip him off and say, "You're an idiot," to him which he can hear. Well this donkey wants to wreck his piece of shit Toyota Tercel because the light turns green and he floors it, right by the police station, right at shift change here (when all the cops pull out of the garage and take off for the day). DIPSHITTTTTTT gets pulled over instantly, I roll by going about 5 mph honking the horn laughing. VINDICATION BABY!!!

Then the gods decide to punish me as i'm on my way home from Subway later that night. Of course I take the less bumpy side roads home, and it was nice so the top is down on my car. Well, thank god I pay attention driving because out of nowhere some hood rats like 7 year old kid comes shooting out on her bike directly in front of my car. Damn it! (This is like a scene from drivers training where theythrow a dummy in front of your car, seriously) I jam the fn brake and look around. This kids donkey mom is of course chillin on the porch not paying attention to shit. So with my top down I yell, "Get your damn babies out of the street!!" (Boyz in the Hood reference, of course) By now her kid is still in front of my car stopped, crying cause she almost got killed. This bitch doesn't even come off the porch...she stands up, looks out at me with the "Is this my drug dealer" look, and sits back down. Finally the kid moves and I pull off yelling fuckkkkkkk youuuuuu about as loud as I can. Wonderful!

Anywho, the moral of the story (and 90% of my friends have kids...so pay attention) Take care of your kid(s). We can still be hood rats, but please don't act like one unless your kid is in the house. And, don't try to drive through downtown areas trying to beat lights. You'd think "how is Justin saying this? He drives faster than anyone." True and True, but i've learned that you can't mess with the traffic light god, he listens to know one.

Back to the story tomorrow, I gotta go work out.

Music tonight: Cavalera Conspiracy