2002-09-06 | REBEL INS.

it's a good thing i'm a sane human being with some composure, because some things really piss me off, but I'm always better a few minutes later.

These little everyday things happen that I just don't understand, and I feel like I want to rip someones mouth open, exposing their jaw, or exposing the wires inside their brain, proving that they are in fact, androids.

I'm supposed to be on vacation right now. but the past couple days I've been watching over my great grandfather who is totally aware, and can still walk and talk and do pretty much everything on his own, but he has prostate cancer, and i guess they want someone there all the time, just in case.

So I'm dropping my mom off at work this morning, before I steal her "rizzide", and there's this asshole in front of us, in like a decked out...fucking honda....it's not even decked out. i don't even know what decked out means, but it wasn't, but he was trying to look decked out. I wanted to DECK him.

He was playing really lame music really loudly. And his bass was out of control.

This at 7:30 in the morning! Who was he trying to impress.

And believe me. People who do that shit, are doing exactly that. They're trying to be noticed. Vain motherfuckers.

If you're reading this and you get really loud bass just so people notice you, then fuck you, you plastic asshole.

His bass wasn't even good. It was rattling. His entire trunk was shaking, and it was making a horrible sound against the metal on his car. It's not supposed to do that if it's a good system.

You could see his license plate bouncing the whole time because the idiot decided only to screw the top of the license plate.

The two screws for the bottom of the plate must have bounced away somewhere when he was playing his 69 BOYZ cd.

Then the asshole kept changing the cd like every 30 seconds. He was fiddle fucking in his car for a half hour, never playing a song for more then a minute and a half. And never playing anything that resembled real music. I don't mind a LITTLE bass, but I like to hear the fucking lyrics, too.

He kept looking around all frantically, too, wondering if any "chicks" were checking him out.

They weren't.

I do something like that, but at a much lower level. When I drive through Waikiki, I play my music a little louder. I have to admit I want people to hear it. But I'm nothing like that weirdo I saw today.

That's about it. I'll rant again later.

Don't be that guy.

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