lol, that ill-fated cemetery ride the other day, uncle joe's cursed carpool, beyond the old lady red light snafu, there was also myriad construction detours (including the bridge), and so the whole lot of us were snaking our way through the local roads of the smallest town of Rockledge, my hometown, less than a square mile, streets not fit for a hearse at all.
and i remember thinking, wow, this is the only time i'll ever be able to blow a stop sign without worry about bored cops fucking up my day.
so i sped up a little at each intersection, middle finger up but hand below the steering wheel so uncle joe couldn't see.
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