The same thing happened when I was sixteen.
My dad handed down his Merkur XR4Ti (yes, it had a double spoiler), and the day after I earned my license I smashed into the back of a Cadillac. It was piloted by an elderly couple on their way from Florida to Chicago to see their only granddaughter’s high school graduation. They yelled at me, but good. Old people suck.
So, this just happened.
I was on the phone talking with a friend, lying down on the bed in the second bedroom, when all of a sudden I smelled smoke. I leaped up, ran into the hallway, and noticed smoke accumulating around the ceiling lighting. My first thought was the air conditioner. Even though it’s sort of past air conditioning season, today was 82 here in Chicago. Since I’m on the top floor of my condo building, it’s always extremely hot. When it’s 70 outside, it will register as 77 inside, so the air has to be on.
Did you ever dream of owning a tank? Sure you did. Remember when you used to look out the window, bored in grammar school, fantasizing of driving a Sherman across the playground and running over that bully who used to throw the kickball at your head just because he was a dickhead?
Did you ever dream of owning a tank? Sure you did. Remember when you used to look out the window, bored in grammar school, fantasizing of driving a Sherman across the playground and running over that bully who used to throw the kickball at your head just because he was a dickhead?
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
