very Fat Tourist ,
all of them are Waddle Bellies , and kinda just stand on the edge of the road
looking out into nothing .
Their Minds dulled by years of T.V. watching , I guess they're all waiting
for the commercial interruption so they can muse on what shiney object
they want to buy next .
I'm driving 5 under the speed limit , and as I enter a Turn ,
one of the Fat Tourist Men wanders out into the Middle of the Road ,
He's staring straight ahead , glaze in his eyes , and I'm sliding
sideways trying to avoid hitting him'
as my Horn blares : " get the f_ck out of the Road "
He doesn't flinch a bit
He's Braindead to his situation and Totally gone to someplace
only his eyes can see , which isn't where he is at the moment .
I slide up the slope around him ,
back onto the Road with a Broken Rim and flat tire .
My new Windshield is now broke from a Tree Branch , My mind is Broke from
his complete unawareness of what he just caused for an accident ,
and my throat is raw from screaming at him .
He's still back there , sitting now , on a Bench , staring out over the Sea , his
wife next to him , and a Selfie on their Phone .
well , I'm here at the Clinic with a Neck Brace and broken ankle .
Some Nurse with a really pretty Face , but huge wide hips , is checking me out
of the Clinic .
My truck is at the Impound ,
and I have no clue where my Cell Phone is .
A State Patrol Officer is supposed to come get me and take me
to my Truck , But I can't drive it anyway , because it's a stick shift
and my left Ankle is Broken .
My Tongue is swollen where I bit into it , My Back feels like
Jaba the Hut farted on my Spine ,,,
My Head is splitting in Half ,,,
and the Coffee here at the Clinic taste like Sewer Water .
I hope that Fat Bastard Tourist is Enjoying his Over Medicated
f_cking Vacation .
People like him , over medicated with Psyche Meds , need to stay
at Home , where the World is safe from them .
Gotta go now
the State Trooper is here to take me to my Truck .