RED LIGHT ENCOUNTERS
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“There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”
- Hunter S. Thompson
Biker ; Whatchewlookinat?
SS ; Let me marinate on that.
Biker ; Say what, what da' fuck?
SS ; Said I dig the bike.
Biker ; Yeah das' my baby. Thanks.
Rev's the Harley hard, sounded like Satan farted thunder.
SS ; That's some woman you got, you ride her well.
Biker ; Yeah I broke the bitch she obey me now, she do as I say.
SS ; So can I take your picture with the bitch?
Biker ; Andwhatchewgonnadowitit ?
SS; I'm gonna make you a star.....I'm gonna.....
Biker ; Shit dude, look at me.....I'm already there.
Light turns green...kicks her into gear....throttles it.....and Satan farted thunder to the smell of burnt rubber screaming down Broadway.
And for a moment, I wished it was me