Thursday, May 22, 2008

Anger Resides In The Bosom Of Fools


Jason was driving home after a hard day’s work.

His anal boss, Alan, had given him a hard day. He was fuming mad and plotting how to exact his revenge against Alan.

Probably he would bash up his new Audi R8 one of these days. If he only he could find the car alone, away from prying eyes, both human and CCTV.

Just as he was picturing how shiok it would feel smashing up Alan’s R8 felt, he filtered right to the next lane as a black Mercedes-Benz 200E was crawling like a tortoise in front of him.

Even though he did not filter right carelessly, as the car behind was still quite a distance away and not moving very fast, the asshole still flashed high beam at Jason.

That does it for Jason. He wound down his window and showed the asshole behind him his middle finger. The driver behind Jason got further infuriated too and continued to flash his high beam at Jason. Now the asshole also blared his horn at Jason too.

Immediately after the red light turns green, the asshole tried to floor his pedal and overtake Jason. But Jason was driving a Mitsubishi Evo X, not a pushover for a car. While the asshole behind him was driving a Subaru WRX.

Both cars have about similar acceleration powers. But as Jason was in front of the asshole in the first place. It was very hard for the asshole behind to overtake him.

They were racing along the highway at speeds way over 100km/h.

Mind you, it was peak hour traffic in which they had to do their crazy maneuvers. As and when there were pockets of empty road space, they would rev their speed machines to 160km/h.

Eventually, after a crazy chase of almost 30 minutes from Eunos to Jurong along the Pan Island Expressway, the Subaru WRX crashed into the center road divider.

And Jason won. With a certain great sense of satisfaction and vindication, he might add.

As Jason saw the WRX crashing behind him, he couldn’t resist the urge of pointing his middle finger one last time for the race on the asshole who flashed his high beam at him.

“GO FUCK YOUSELF! YOU BLOODY MOTHER-FUCKING ASSHOLE! FUCK OFF,” Jason bellowed.

The asshole couldn’t hear him. He smashed his head against the steering wheel and dashboard and had a major concussion.

Since he had been rammed against his car’s steering wheel and dashboard. His blood cum brain juice gushed out of his hot head. By the time, the ambulance managed to cut through the evening peak hour traffic to get to him, he had already died and gone to hell.

The WRX’s safety belt and air-bag couldn’t save him from his folly of flashing his high beam at the driver far in front of him.

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