Close call...
Ok so I'm coming back from Barney's, yeah yeah my aunt likes Burberry scarves, this morning and I'm driving through an intersection as I had the right of way. Then, out of nowhere, a comptonized Crysler 300C with all the ghetto options speeds past me perpendicularly inches away from me doing something like 60+ mph. I was literally inches away from conducting plastic surgery on an ugly car.
If we had impacted I'd most likely be dead or high on morphene right about now. Man I had my entire life pass right in front of my eyes. I had visions of alimony checks and child support to an ex I don't even have yet.
I almost pissed myself as all I saw was this big ugly black box things swoosh past me at light speed so close I heard the jumble of bad rap songs drift by...
After my adrenaline stop pumping I was pissed at this Gomer who could have just killed me and a bunch of other people. Talk about close calls...
So I've decided to reward myself with a vacation. I figure I should enjoy life before I get t-boned by some moron.
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Always outnumbered, never outgunned.
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