When I was 15 or so, I used to hang around a bunch of, well, I guess you would call them punks these days. We would take my Dad's flatbed and cruise around trying to buy liquor and stuff. My friend Johnson would drive because he had a license. Anyway I remember one day I got pissed off at this guy who parked too close to us so I took out his side mirror with my foot. Didn't think too much of it then, in fact, I bragged about it.

A while a go, I took the Taurus into town to go eat at this campustown restaurant. There were a bunch of high school kids on campus that night. Some kind of band competition or something. Well you guessed it... I come out of the restaurant and some kid had busted my driver's side mirror.

I deserve it.

Damn...

Kuan

Kuan,
those darn band kids can be so brutal!
In my youth we used to throw snowballs at cars. Yes, I know, we could have killed someone, Put an eye, out yadda yadda yadda.
But of course years later driving home late one winter night I got nailed by a barrage of snowballs. Bout pissed myself laughing.
Yes, what comes around goes around.


Brian