do not run across a crosswalk apologetically. you are of this earth and walk among her choir. the devils commanding their wretched chariots have long since severed the roots of their flesh and need a reminder that a leisurely stroll triumphs the roar of their insatiable machines.
i feel so sad for guys named Brad and Brett right now. they probably had such a good summer running around saying Brad summer Brett summer. now what. back to their cruel lives