On an especially sexy road, at a light, July 6.
I looked over and smiled at the guy next to me and looked away. He yells something out the window, so I opened mine and asked him what he said.
“What’s up!”
“Nothing.”
“Where are you headed?”
“To O.”
“Do you have work tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Must be nice. Wanna race?”
“What?”
“Wanna race!”
“… uh. Sure.”
Green Light, I killed him… meaning… plain and simply, I went faster than he did to get to the next stop light, 2 blocks up. there wasn’t much else to it. I just went fast like I always do when I’m the first in line. no launch, no red line, no craziness.
heh, he asked for it.
Maybe he thought I was driving something that wasn’t a WRX.
Maybe he didn’t even try to win because he wanted me to feel special.
Next red light:
“I guess you beat me.”
“Yeah, the light was green so I went.”
“I’m color blind.”
“You must be location blind as well.”
“Wanna go for a drink?”
“At O?” shrug
and he turned off after a couple blocks.
:wiggle: