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CROSSHAIRS
Mar. 20th, 2011 03:20 amFuck.
The road made a funny twist and he cursed out loud, because why would it do that? Bullshit. It was all bullshit.
We are sorry to inform you, Mr. Walker, that despite your long and loyal service to our company we have decided to-
"Fuck you!" Ryan yelled at the window, hoping that his voice would somehow penetrate the glass and make it all the way over to the dickhead on the other lane who was shaking an angry fist at him - holy shit, people actually did that outside cartoons? "That's what you fucking decided, you fuckers!"
This was bullshit. He was an awesome driver. Not that he ever used teenage words like "awesome" but today was special, today he just couldn't give one single fuck. He was done. After today, it was all down the drain - again - and this time it was even worse because until today a part of him, that former, educated, trained part of him had been convinced he had been all the way down there already. This was a goodamn sub-drain and he was going to hit it and be flushed away and never to be heard of again.
Hitting the brakes with a screeching sound he took a swing of the bottle before stashing it somewhere between seat and door, keeping it out of sight (for now). Waiting for the customer. The last asshole he would escort through the crammed streets before... before whatever was down the last rabbit hole you could fall into.
The road made a funny twist and he cursed out loud, because why would it do that? Bullshit. It was all bullshit.
We are sorry to inform you, Mr. Walker, that despite your long and loyal service to our company we have decided to-
"Fuck you!" Ryan yelled at the window, hoping that his voice would somehow penetrate the glass and make it all the way over to the dickhead on the other lane who was shaking an angry fist at him - holy shit, people actually did that outside cartoons? "That's what you fucking decided, you fuckers!"
This was bullshit. He was an awesome driver. Not that he ever used teenage words like "awesome" but today was special, today he just couldn't give one single fuck. He was done. After today, it was all down the drain - again - and this time it was even worse because until today a part of him, that former, educated, trained part of him had been convinced he had been all the way down there already. This was a goodamn sub-drain and he was going to hit it and be flushed away and never to be heard of again.
Hitting the brakes with a screeching sound he took a swing of the bottle before stashing it somewhere between seat and door, keeping it out of sight (for now). Waiting for the customer. The last asshole he would escort through the crammed streets before... before whatever was down the last rabbit hole you could fall into.
