you know, I had a tire iron sitting on the floor of my passenger seat and I was thinking to myself, I could just fucking pummel this kid right now and leave town… but I didn’t. I kinda regret it. then he called me a few days later and we had a few words… its a long story.
the kid had yellow eyes. fucking YELLOW EYES. I don’t think I had\will ever be as mad again as I was on the drive home.