I was sitting at a long stop light yesterday afternoon, minding my own business and patiently waiting for the signal to change (although wanting to creep through).
A carload of bearded, young, loud Muslims, shouting Anti-Australian slogans, with a half-burned Amaerican flag duct-taped on the trunk of their car, and a “Remember 9-11" slogan spray-painted on the side, pulled up next to me.
Suddenly, they yelled, "Allah Akbar! Praise Allah!," and took off before the light had changed.
From out of nowhere, a B-Double semi came speeding through the intersection and ran directly over their car, crushing it completely and killing everyone in it.
For several minutes, I sat in my car thinking to myself, "Man ... that could have been me!"
So, today, bright and early, I went out and applied for a job as a truck driver.
A thousand nights I spent alone, solitaire to the bone