This morning, on the 101,
This morning, on the 101, I rear-ended a driver and caused a minor accident. We each exited our cars and began screaming at each other, trading racial slurs and stock obscenities as we struggled to come to terms with our humanity.Just then, a city bus drove by. Ludacris was sitting in the back, staring out the window and looking contemplative, as if he was also internally debating the very same human condition in which I now found myself immersed.What a psychologically deep and in no way cliche, derivative, or hackneyed turn of events. Someone should make an overhyped movie about it. That'd be awesome.
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