Old Driver
April 9th, 2007 . by contemptster
Listen here, I’m not gonna be alive forever. In fact, I may not be alive in ten minutes. If I want to pull into traffic without looking so your car T-bones me at 50 mph, then that’s what I’m a-gonna do. I can’t see over the steering wheel anyway so what’s it to you?
The fact that was I was already back in diapers when you were learning to walk in them means that it’s my right to put everyone else on the road at risk. Call it a perk.
The last time I saw an unwrinkled naked body was during the Kennedy administration. I think that’s pretty much license to do whatever the fuck I please. If I want to drive 10 miles per hour on the highway burning leaves out my window, smoking a J, with a dead hooker in the back seat… guess what: it’s happening. And when you’re old as shit, you can do it, too. That is if you live to be old, which may not happen as long as there are people like me on the road.
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