When I picture someone I hate, I picture a disrespectful, dirty, smelly, loud, 55+ year old man. That drunk (homeless?) guy is the person I hate. My friend got lucky and was just asked to go home. Needless to say, some intervention from local police helped handle the situation. He doesn't like having things thrown at his new car. He then threw his empty glass bottle at the side of my friends Mustang.ĭid I mention what my friend does for a living? We walked over to the man and stood about 5 feet from him when he lunged forward and yelled, "WHY DO YOU DRIVE A PONY!"
We thought he might be in trouble or need help. We got out of the car to see if he was okay. We rolled down the windows and asked him what he was screaming. I'm surprised he was even able to stand let alone speak. We look around and see a very intoxicated man.
We were driving down one of the busier streets in downtown Minneapolis, when all of a sudden we hear someone yell. One day I was in a friends brand new Ford Mustang.
You can't quite pick one singular thing, can you? I want you to visualize someone that makes your blood boil. Every time I see Dredge win I always look in the mirror and say, "How did this happen?"
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