Sunday, February 13, 2011

It was Saturday. I went over to my mom's house, had Chicken Montreal, and watched "The American President" starring Michael Douglas. It's a critically acclaimed movie and very satisfying on a certain level but really disturbing in other ways. I consider myself a liberal democrat but portions of this movie were really creepy and strange. For instance, to think you could ever pry handguns out of the cold, dead hands of card carrying NRA members is about as likely as Charlton Heston coming back to life to make another crappy movie. Michael J. Fox is also really creepy.

My drive home from mom's house was going alright when someone in a Honda pulled in front of me on highway 270 and decreased their speed by at least twenty miles an hour. I was not prepared for this strange reaction and almost ran into the person's rear bumper since I like to maintain my momentum and save on gas. I really, really, don't like to use my brakes when it's not necessary. This person's displeasure seemed to increase as they continued to pump their brakes repeatedly when it was totally unnecessary. I almost ran into their rear bumper a few more times until I was finally able to get around them when we transitioned onto the next highway when there was finally somewhere safe I could pass them on the left side.

I think they just wanted to have control over somebody for one fleeting minute. Pretty sad. If it was an attractive girl, I think I would have been turned on, but I chose not to look at the person. It was probably my loss.

I pulled into my favorite liquor store on the way home and picked up a bomber of Lucky 13 by Lagunitas. I haven't had a bad beer by the company yet. They produce some pretty amazing products.

I made it home without slamming into the bumpers of any insane Honda Accord drivers, opened up an excellent bottle of Lucky 13, and put on a greatest hits record of Leonard Cohen. Leonard Cohen would never ride his brakes. I'm absolutely sure he would always have his foot on the accelerator, looking to the future.

Always look to the future. It's our only hope.

2 comments:

Scott said...

You should have pulled a pit maneuver like the state troopers do on those reality police chase shows. Good stuff.

Brian said...

I'll leave the state troopering to the State Troopers. I wouldn't want to be placed under the obligation of arresting the random people I "run into" while out driving.

When I die, I want the mourners to say: "Nobody drove a baby hearse better than that guy...and it was an automatic!"