damn being right-handed. damn that.

[wickedflea]

Oh, I almost forgot! Today I was stopped at a green light. Yes, stopped at a green light because idiots in this town don't know that you aren't supposed to block the freaking intersection. So I'm sitting there, and finally the traffic moves so the guy can move on. And as soon as he does, another car shoots under the red light and blocks it again! So I had absolutely no choice. I grabbed the tennis ball I found last night on the street (wonder if it was one of mine?), leaned out the window, and fucking WHIZZED it at the poor, stupid loser. But I'm not left-handed, so my control isn't the best. In fact, I never even saw the damned thing. I think I sort of lost it as my hand was at the top of its arc, and the ball must have gone flying straight up in the air, or maybe way out to the side. It must have been quite a sight, 'cuz I'm telling you, I threw it HARD. And it was a crazy swirl of activity--cars moving every direction, people on the sidewalk, everything. I wish I'd been able to catch the looks on some people's faces, but I was in a hurry and had to get the hell out of there. I got places to be, ya know. That's why I pack heat.