Crucial Crucifix

"Skirt! Screech! Smash! Bang" Imagining a car crash in action. Rubber melting, metal twisting, glass breaking, and rubberneckers picture taking. For a simple fender bender. No apparent injuries in the making.

Air bags no. But I could use a paper one to throw up in. My insurance is going to go thru the roof. If I can’t somehow pull a fast one. On this soon be rube getting out of his ride in front of me. I pulled myself together and got into character. A sympathy seeking simpleton? Some man on man cunnilingus? Or an all knowing all powerful being possessing superior knowledge? Time to use those 18 weeks of college.

As the golden god approached my coach. I snickered because he’s about to learn it’s nearly impossible to kill a roach. From what i’ve read about this guy he’s petty, impulsive, and vain. Why else would he create humans in his own image. Only to throw them all to the wolves. On a bet with an unruly son?

"God damn me? I’m a son of a bitch. You motherless fool! Found no love as a child. So the truth of such is foreign to you? How does the so called almighty allow his car to crash into me? Of course this is something you had foreseen. So your failure to avoid it is a premeditated assault unto thee.

With malicious intent.

Because of what? A sense of entitlement. We‘re all just sacrificial lambs to you right? I got to pay for something you failed to do. Take a hike, your head out of your ass, and lay of the burning bush. Your momma didn’t raise you right."