franny
bananafish

car-hate
Fri Jun 11 2004

a bad night. and all i can do today is keep moving, keep going, keep passing that fucken john irving open window...

i ask you, what will it take for drivers to slow down, stop at a stop sign...redlight? i mean, how difficult can it be to drive the speed limit on a side street?

if you saw the condition of a poor calico kitkat, you would have cried and then gotten extremely angry. it was so bad, i had not eaten anything since last evening until now. i searched for a plastic bag in vain. i was soaked from running in the rain. i couldn't go back to move it from the road.

it was in too many pieces. what was left of the head will haunt me for a long time.

i'm never running down that road again.

i am disgusted at this Mother effing driving culture i live in. and it seems there is NO WHERE TO GET AWAY FROM IT without having to deal with extreme hatred for being american because there is nowhere in this country that mankind does not worship the almighty car.

the constant horn honking, car alarms going off, standing at the fucken corner to cross for 5-10 minutes because noone slows down enough to let me cross...forget about the news...hit and runs, people leaving their animals and kids in the car in 90 degree weather.

unreal.

when did driving and cars take over life in this country? funny, the more cars on the road, the fatter and more stupid people get.

today,
i say,
FUCK YOU mr car
and your little driver too...