My friend David LeBaron says when you’re empty inside and need outside validation sensitivity to others is the consequence.
I parked at the Red Rock Casino, the new Villa Pizza is to die for. When I came out my little Honda was surrounded by a new Bentley, a candy orange murcielago, a DB9 and a Turbo Carrera with a radical body mod. I wished I had a camera, my car didn’t belong, but it was exciting for me anyway. When I drove away, I goosed it a little, reveling that my car drifts and doubting the exotics were driven with as much lust as mine, and with the top down I heard the pedestrian clearly call me “a**hole”. I wanted to stop, yell at him, declare my none holeness by being one, but most of all I wanted to drive on and forget it. At the end of the day a lonely muslim soldier at Nellis thanked me not just for the paint work i did for him but the local mormon singles group i hooked him up with and a Book of Mormon to read, but all I could remember is a ped thought me an a-hole.
ok, i feel better now.
