Tuesday, November 27, 2007

On The Road #23423

I see it speeding up in my rear view mirror a big red dodge Durango.
Weaving in and out of traffic. Making no friends as he climbs his car four lengths ahead of the rest of the flow on this latter to no where. I can see his animated anger as I sit behind him and watch him try to will with his violence an opening in the rush hour collapse. His patriot plates, fox sticker and Jesus fish flashing all the wrong messages. It would be sad if it wasn't so cliché. He runs a red light that gives him room to open up and he is no doubt happy about his good fortune. This is about the time I wish I had purchased the optional rocket launcher for my car. My contempt visible in a flash of explosives. But then I realized I was a little jealous of his will, his drive, my own admit of defeat. I can't believe this asshole made me feel despair because I wanted to be more like him....

4 comments:

Hageltoast said...

yeah, but he's an arse and he's angry and I prefer to shout my abuse and settle back into being a relaxed happy driver as quickly as possible, let the arseholes have the ulcers.

Muffy Willowbrook said...

HI Brian! I tagged you on my blog!

Ribonuff said...

Amazing! I am very disappointed in that human being. And there seem to be so many of them.
Why can't they see the beauty and briefness of our time on this planet, and know that we are hear to spread out love (Eloy - Kraut rock - 1970s).
I hope you are having a good day, Brian, and I will say a prayer for you - as I drink my drink - hee hee.
Best wishes! ;-)

annaszatai said...

It's amazing what random acts you will resort to after you've allowed your laundry to pile up too much.
The guy quite possibly was simply maximally on edge. One can hope, anyway.