70 kph Down Memory Lane

more than an afternoon drive, it was more of like a gas-dumpin' trip down memory lane. Only it was a memory that wasn't.

POISONED APPLE

What is it that they really want? Do they really expect that people would just come at their beck and call? Who do these people think they are? Do they think they’re Lucky 7 personified??? They are so apathetic and they expect other people to coo at them each and every time. God, they are no longer babies! Heck, they are even capable of producing babies!

I wish someday they would be capable of thinking about others. I wish they would stop coming at me and ask me what to do. I wish when they come to me it would be because they have something to offer. Like, they have thought of something good. I wish they would stop acting like a dog that waits on people for some food.

God! These people are just so FRUSTRATING!! Really, God, You didn’t forget to give these people some brains, right?

Oh! You didn’t forget…

So, why can’t they try using it in other things besides scheming, doping, and manipulating other people to buy them rounds of beer or treat them to a night out? Hell, when they talk about their latest night out, which by the way they didn’t pay for, they feel like they are some war hero who prides in their latest conquest and almost demands others to be awed with what they did. Horse shit! What's so awesome about being a freeloader?

These people really ought to have their heads examined. Or better yet, they take out what little brain they have, lay it in the highway and have cars squish it all over the ground, and put jello in their skulls to cool their heads off, so that innocent bystanders like me won’t have to be the butt of their pent-up angst!