Just clocked out from work at 10pm. On the way home a little punk in a Chevy blazer 1500 is keeping up with me at every stop light (I have a lead foot). So, at the next light, we raced. It was almost comical. I would give him a chance and then open up all 8. Like stealing candy from a baby. But this little punk still tried -but got smoked, BAD!!!. So at the next stop light, I see this kid looking at me and mouthing off all kinds of BS. Windows go down and I proceed to ask if there is a problem. "What the f is your problem?" this kid asks. "I just smoked you like a little b****!" I replied Turns out it was not a young punk at all. It was a lesbian that I swear looked like a blond skinny 18 year old boy wearing a cap. I could not stop laughing. Which irritated this person even more. Im sure she/he would have had a ****faced grin on if I were the one that lost. Well, my first real kill -left burning at my 6.
The "other kill" was a brand new Chevy Colorado. Guess the guy tried to impress his GF, but no, the guy with the big white titan and chrome wheels took the glory and got the smile from the GF. But, I cannot count that as my first kill, it was a friggin Colorado for someones sake!
I must say that the TITAN is a force to be reckoned with.
