I hate assholes who can't drive properly in parking lots. If you have a stop sign, I thought that meant YOU had to stop. Not if you feel like it. Just because you are in an SUV doesn't mean you can pull out in front of people.
Yesterday I ran all over town finding pretty glass decorations for this gorgeous glass display case my grandma left me and my last stop was the grocery store. Some asshat felt entitled to just pull out in front of my car, I SAW that he had seen me coming. He just felt more important for whatever reason. Having to slam on my brakes at Mach 10 two of my pretty purchases, this tall green hurricane lamp and a Bella centerpiece bowl completely shattered
Both had been wrapped and secured. I had the right of way, not him. I just wanted to get out and beat his ass. Respect the road signs, jerkoff.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?